If it doesn't work out there will never be any doubt that the pleasure was worth all the pain.

Carrying the Beatles or the '60s dream around all your life is like carrying the Second World War and Glenn Miller around. That's not to say you can't enjoy Glenn Miller or the Beatles, but to live in that dream is the twilight zone. It's not living now. It's an illusion.

I've been in pain, hope it doesn't show. I've been insane, well the time is slow.

Most of my songs are love ballads and things to do with sadness and torture and pain.

People, whether they know it or not, like their blues singers miserable. They like their blues singers to die afterwards.

But what if pleasure and pain should be so closely connected that he who wants the greatest possible amount of the one must also have the greatest possible amount of the other, that he who wants to experience the "heavenly high jubilation," must also be ready to be "sorrowful unto death"?