Turn And Face The Strange.

I Spent So Much Time In My Bedroom. It Really Was My Entire World. I Had Books Up There, My Music Up There, My Record Player. Going From My World Upstairs Out Onto The Street, I Had To Pass Through This No-man's-land Of The Living Room, You Know, And Out The Front Hall.

When We Decided To Marry, We Had Two Ceremonies - One Was More Bureaucratic For The Sake Of The Swiss Authorities,then A Church Service In Florence, And I Wrote The Music For The Church Service. The Challenge In That Was That Iman's [abdulmajid] Family Are Muslim And Mine Are Protestant. I Had To Be Careful About The Prayers That We Chose And The Music I Wrote Because I Didn't Want To Offend Either Side.

You Write Down A Paragraph Or Two Describing Several Different Subjects Creating A Kind Of Story Ingredients-list, I Suppose, And Then Cut The Sentences Into Four Or Five-word Sections; Mix Em Up And Reconnect Them. You Can Get Some Pretty Interesting Idea Combinations Like This. You Can Use Them As Is Or, If You Have A Craven Need To Not Lose Control, Bounce Off These Ideas And Write Whole New Sections.

I'm Not At Ease With The Word "love."

I Think That My Fascination With Clothes Generally Was Motivated By Trying To Create The Characters For The Stage.