He drove me home in the van, complaining, 'Women only like me for my mind'.
Even now - in the final hour of my life - I'm falling in love again.
We hate it when our friends become successful.
I have seen one or two psychiatrists. They just sit and nod and doodle.
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 lost myself to music at a very early age, and I remained there.