It doesn't stop. It really doesn't stop. It's the way I live every single day. I don't do anything else. I have no other interest other than music. At all.

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.

It may all end tomorrow, or it could go on forever (in which case I'm doomed).

My love, wherever you are - whatever you are - don't lose faith. I know it's gonna happen someday to you.

Hold on to your friends. Resist - or move on Be mad, be rash Smoke and explode Sell all of your clothes Just bear in mind: There just might come a time When you need some friends

Artists aren't really people. And I'm actually 40 per cent papier mache.

Although I don't have anything against people from other countries, the higher the influx into England the more the British identity disappears.