There's a pervading sense of loneliness I've had since the day I was born. Maybe a lot of other people feel the same way, but I'm not about to run up and down the street asking everybody if they're as lonely as I am. I'd probably get locked up.

You know, it's never easy to understand why I do what I do. For other people, I mean.

It's easy to be miserable. Being happy is tougher - and cooler.

Isn't it strange how someone can be both human and divine at the same time? I am referring, of course, to myself.

My songs are my kids. Some of them stay with me, some others I have to send out, out to the war. It might sound stupid and it might even sound naive, but that's just the way it is.

Time is running out for us But you just move the hands upon the clock You throw coins in the wishing well For us You just move your hands upon the wall

There are a lot of things I cannot do, such as eat books and read chicken.