I'm cursed with the gift of foresight.

Each year of life brings us nearer to our decline, but I will continue to seek a listener until I'm dead in a ditch.

I avoid people who I actually like. I suppose that’s a phobia but also a habit.

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.

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

I have seen one or two psychiatrists. They just sit and nod and doodle.

I do think it's possible to go through life and never fall in love, or find someone who loves you.