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

I don't want to get too involved in marketing budgets, online promotions and download set-ups because it would be a bit like Gertrude Stein mapping out a TV campaign. I want to sing. I want visibility. I am essentially Al Martino, not Seymour Stein.

I was driving my car, I crashed and broke my spine. So yes there are things worse in life than never being someone's sweetie.

I've only been to Ireland once, and I felt I would wake up with voices in my head, almost like music, and that if I were a songwriter, I would be very inspired.

I was happy in the haze of a drunken hour, but heaven knows I'm miserable now.

Anything is hard to find when you will not open your eyes

Rush to danger; wind up nowhere.