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

Well, I think the way you feel as a teenager stays with you, forever. I really believe that. And we try to change and we hope that we change, but we don't really in big ways, in serious ways. I think the personality is formed at that time, for the good and for the bad. ... We all want to grow up and move on and appear to be different to people. And we want people to see us in a different way. But, I don't know, I think the personality is very, very strongly cemented, and we just bear whatever shortcomings we have and learn to live with it.

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

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 was never young. This idea of fun: cars, girls, saturday night, bottle of wine... to me, these things are morbid. I was always attracted to people with the same problems as me. It doesn't help when most of them are dead.

You don't like me, but you love me; either way, you're wrong.

I think perhaps I touch on a different passion in people. It’s not simple the passion of rock ‘n’ roll rebellion - it’s more romantic than sexual.