I Think I'm Prone To Panic.

I'm Tipping The Hat And Looking Back.

I Like To Comprehend More Or Less Everything Around Me - Apart From The Creation Of My Music. It's An Obsessive Character Trait That's Getting Worse. I Don't Switch The Light On And Off 15 Times Before I Leave The Room Yet, But Something's Going Wrong.

I Do Spend A Lot More Time Away From The U.k., It's Important To Me That I Still Feel The Beat Of The People That Have Been Close To Me For A Long, Long Time. It's Also Important That I Have Really Strong And Beautiful Relationships Which I Wish To Preserve. That Enables Me - Or Challenges Me, Ultimately - To Get A Texas Driving License!

Look, Salvador Dali Did Not Paint Because He Needed The Money. No Conversation About Materialism And Music Makes Sense. You Make Music And That's That, It Doesn't Matter Why.

I'd Break Out In Hives If I Had To Sing (`stairway To Heaven') In Every Show. I Wrote Those Lyrics And Found That Song To Be Of Some Importance And Consequence In 1971, But 17 Years Later, I Don't Know. It's Just Not For Me. I Sang It At The Atlantic Records Show Because I'm An Old Softie And It Was My Way Of Saying Thank You To Atlantic Because I've Been With Them For 20 Years. But No More Of `stairway To Heaven' For Me.