I've been a fool to allow dreams to become great expectations.

September is my favourite month, particularly in Cornwall. I felt, even as a child, that if you get a wonderful day in September, you think: This could be one of the last, the summer is nearly over. If you get a wonderful day in May, you think: So what, theres more coming.

We all dream a lot - some are lucky, some are not. But if you think it, want it, dream it, then it's real. You are what you feel.

Listen Jesus to the warning I give. Please remember that I want us to live. But it's sad to see our chances weakening with every hour. All your followers are blind, too much heaven on their minds. It was beautiful, but now it's sour. Yes, it's all gone sour.

I've been a fool to allow dreams to become great expectations.

I hate doing interviews. I get really bored talking about me.

No one in your life is with you constantly. No one is completely on your side.