I'm Cursed With The Gift Of Foresight.

I Don't Think I've Ever Made A Conscious Effort To Alter The Sound. I Don't See The Point. I Have To Remain True To How I Sing. I'm Perfectly Happy With What I Am. Whatever That Is.

It's So Tedious That Everyone Must Be Defined.

I've Only Been To Ireland Once, And I Felt I Would Wake Up With Voices In My Head, Almost Like Music, And That If I Were A Songwriter, I Would Be Very Inspired.

I Have No Love For Myself As A Human Being, But I Have Immense Pride In The Music I Make.

When I'm Lying In My Bed, I Think About Life And I Think About Death. And Neither One Particularly Appeals To Me.