I Have Vague Memories, Like Impressions On

My Father's Mother Was From Liverpool And She Had This Very Beautiful English China. I Only Wanted To Drink My Cocoa Out Of My Grandmother's Cup And Saucer.

I Wasn't Thinking So Much Of Music. I Wasnt Thinking So Much Of Perfection Or Stardom Or Any Of That Stuff.

Sometimes I Just Wanted To Raise My Hands And Stop. But Stop What? Maybe Just Growing Up.

The New Artists Coming Through Were Very Materialistic And Hollywood, Not So Engaged In Communication.

I Have Loved Books All My Life. There Is Nothing More Beautiful In Our Material World Than The Book.