I didn't really see the British punk movement, if that's what it was, as wildly original, because I had been listening so intently to all the New York music since 1973, really.

He drove me home in the van, complaining, 'Women only like me for my mind'.

Life is very long, when you're lonely.

I'm just happy being dumpy. Dumpy, fat and middle-aged.

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

For the first time in my life the eternal 'I' becomes 'we', as, finally, I can get on with someone.

Nothing is important, so people, realising that, should get on with their lives, go mad, take their clothes off, jump in the canal, jump into one of those supermarket trolleys, race around the supermarket and steal Mars bars and kiss kittens.