I Find Words Really Hard.

I've Got To Be By Trees, Otherwise I Get Claustrophobic.

I Was Walking Along And This Chair Came Flying Past Me, And Another, And Another, And I Thought, Man, Is This Gonna Be A Good Night.

I Don't Know What Any Of My Songs Are About. I Don't Sit Down To Write About Anything. They're About Whatever You Want. I Don't Pick Subjects. I Just Start.

Being A Lad Is What I'm About.

I Suppose I Do Get Sad, But Not For Too Long. I Just Look In The Mirror And Go, 'what A F***ing Good-looking F*** You Are.' And Then I Brighten Up.