I'm Not A Prophet Or A Stone

I Got A Bad Migraine That Lasted 3 Years, And The Pills I Took Made By Fingers Disappear.

I'm English. I Can't Accept Happiness That Easily. There's Got To Be A Trick In There Somewhere.

My Work Is Really The Accumulation Of These Different Moods That I've Had Throughout My Life And Where They've Taken Me. I Start Looking Back, And I Think, I've Actually Created A Life Out Of All This, Out Of These Changes Of Mood. They've Pushed Me Through All These Years, And I Seem To Have A Semblance Of A Life, And If I Look Very Carefully, I Can See Some Thematic Design To It. There's Some Continuity.

I Surrounded Myself With People Who Indulged My Ego. They Treated Me As Though I Was Ziggy Stardust Or One Of My Characters, Never Realising That David Jones Might Be Behind It.

Once You Lose That Sense Of Wonder At Being Alive, You're Pretty Much On The Way Out.