When I write, it is always the melody that comes first, and it just happens to be the case that the most beautiful tunes are sad, and the lyrics follow the mood of the melody.

There are so many dreams beyond our nights, and so much sunshine beyond our gray walls. But we can't see it when we stay at home. There is so much sky above our roof. Is the door so old that it won't open, or are we at home because we're afraid of catching a chill?

If I'd been four feet tall and fifteen stone, I would certainly not have followed the same career

I feel happy and secure when I'm on my bed with a good book... I forget everything which is terrible in our world.