Sooner or later we learn to throw the past away, history will teach us nothing.

I think love has something to do with allowing a person you claim to love to enter a larger arena than the one you create for them.

An uncle of mine emigrated to Canada and couldn't take his guitar with him. When I found it in the attic, I'd found a friend for life.

If you love somebody, set them free.

When there's no information and the compass turns to nowhere that you know well, let your soul be your pilot.

I miss England. I miss the weather. I've spent moss of the last 25 years on tour. I'm ready to come home.

I exist in a state of almost perpetual hysteria.