I've always liked pop music. There was a bit of a misunderstanding with the avant-garde rock scene, because I think I was sort of swimming the wrong way, really.

Being big and famous doesn't get you more freedom, it gets you less.

I think that pop, and to some extent rock, are like sport and fashion industry in that they're about the exuberance of youth. That's the sort of subliminal ideology.

When I lost the use of my hi-hat and bass drum legs, I became basically a singer. I was a drummer who did a bit of singing, and then I became a singer who did a bit of percussion.

I find it hard to take rock groups very seriously or treat them with respect. There is something absurd about these gloomy young men getting together and banging away.

I don't know how many thoughts we have a second, but it's quite an amazing number, and just to pin down the appropriate sequence of those, all you really need is a pencil and a piece of paper.

I prefer the mystic clouds of nostalgia to the real thing, to be honest.

There's no field of music which doesn't have good ideas.

What keeps me going is a constant sense of disappointment with what I've already done.

In theory, I'd like to work in a group. But the group I'd like to work in, all the musicians in them are long since dead.

I would like to think that the singer is the butterfly, and the drummer was just the little grub in the ground, working to become a caterpillar

Don’t choose to walk the well-worn path to regret. Be amongst the few who dare to follow their dreams!

Our present state of self-confidence and poise is the result of what we have "experienced" rather than what we have learned intellectually.

Poetry carries the imagery which is large enough for the kind of life we want for ourselves.

I had set the standard for my style of relief pitching so high that when I came back to the rest of the pack, everybody said I was done.

I want to just at least make it weird for you to watch Cosby Show reruns.

Does the New York City Ballet affect other places? Yeah, it lets people know they should come to New York.

The larks, still bravely singing, fly Scarce heard amid the guns below

One of my most productive days was throwing away 1,000 lines of code.

There's no doubt that he's the biggest sports star in the world now. (on David Beckham)

My father suffered from chronic wanderlust. When I was 14, he set out on a yearlong road trip across Europe and Asia - and decided to take me along for company.