I was wasting my time, praying for love. For a love that never comes, from someone who does not exist.

I began to go to concerts when I was 12 years old. And I would stand there, the small imp that I was, and I would expect the world to be laid before me by these artists, and in some cases it was. So when I climbed onto the stage, I always imagined that I was singing to somebody who was similar to how I had been.

The heart has a heart of its own.

Disappointment came to me, and booted me, and bruised and hurt me, but that's how people grow up.

Even I, as sick as I am, I would never be you. Even I, sick and depraved, a traveler to the grave, I would never be you.

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.

If you travel to Germany, it's still absolutely Germany. If you travel to Sweden, it still has a Swedish identity.