I was wasting my life, always thinking about myself.

This world, I am afraid, is designed for crashing bores.

Popular music is slowly being laid to rest in every conceivable way... the ashes are already about us if we could but notice them.

The Internet has obviously wiped music off the human map - killed the record shop, and killed the patience of labels who consider debut sales of 300,000 to not be good enough.

It's always nice to receive a compliment.

I used to dream, and I used to vow; I wouldn't dream of it now.

That's why I do this music business thing, it's communication with people without having the extreme inconvenience of actually phoning anybody up.