Noise in the form of words'

Life is not about achieving success

Life is not about success

Life is not about living

How precious also are thy thoughts unto me, O God! How great is the sum of them!If I should count them, they are more in number than the sand.

The only competition in art is the search for truth. No matter who gets there first, we all win.

There's poetry in being the band that can sell out Wembley but also makes a record in a garage. I don't like doing what people expect me to do.

What woeful stuff this madrigal would be, In some starved hackney sonneteer, or me! But let a lord once own the happy lines, How the wit brightens! how the style refines!

I'm a very ordinary human being; I just happen to like reading books.

Of course I get hurt.

The votaries of nonviolence cannot harbour violence even in thought, let alone the question of doing it.

I miss having someone to cuddle up and have an early night with. But I'm looking. Meanwhile, I'm having a few relationships that don't mean much.

Art opens the fishiest eye . . .

I learned at a young age to dribble with both hands, and that allows me to be more creative when I go against bigger and stronger opponents.