My Story Is Really An Affirmation Of

My Father Belonged To A Commune, And The Food Was Ghastly. My Idea Of Food Hell Is The Salad Cream They'd Pour All Over Bits Of Lettuce, Cucumber And Tomato. It Was Just Disgusting.

I Focus On The Individual And Not Seeing This Great Big Monster, "the Press."

I've Made A Contribution To My Time And My Generation Through Being Myself, Not Through What I Shared With The Rolling Stones. It's Very Bad For Me And Very Dangerous To See Myself As Someone Who Had An Influence On This Song Or That Song. It Immediately Puts Me In The Position Where My Worth Is Dependent On How Much Of My Soul I Shared With Mick Jagger, And It's Just Not Valid. You Can Use The Gossip You've Heard. You're Not Getting It From Me.

I Have To Be Able To Love Somebody Except Myself And The Theater.

I Went To The Big Picasso Retrospective At The Tate In The Sixties, And I Think I Went To An Andy Warhol Retrospective At The Tate In The Sixties, Too. My Mother Was Very Good At Taking Me To Things Like That. We Lived In Reading, But We Went On These Cultural Trips To London.