I've Never Regretted Anything I've Ever Done.

I'm Still Searching For An Angel With A Broken Wing. It's Not Very Easy To Find Them These Days.

The Term "genius" Gets Used Far Too Loosely In Rock & Roll.

I Can Only Listen To What I'm Working On, At The Time. I Can't Listen To Anything Else Because I Don't Want To Copy It.

I'm Still Terrified Of Flying. I Really Have To Get Drunk To Fly. I've Found That I've Developed Fears I Never Had Before... Fears Of Heights, Claustrophobia... Only In Cities, Though, Never In The Country.

Let's Just Say I'm Like A Ship Passing Through Storms, Resting In Ports Now And Then Until It's Time To Continue The Journey. I Once Told A Friend, `i'm Just Looking For An Angel With A Broken Wing - One That Couldn't Fly Away.'