There's so much around, you don't know what to listen to. All I've got at home is Bo Diddley, some Stones and Beatles stuff, and old jazz records.

I seem to have spent a little less time painting than I might've done.

I think young people should have a lot of fun. But I never seem to have any.

I'm disappearing, avoiding most things.

Getting used to the studio and everything was fun, we freaked about alot. I was working very hard then.

You only have to read the lines of scribbly black and everything shines.

And what exactly is a dream and what exactly is a joke?