“He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong.”

“Music is my mother and my father; it is my work and my rest… my blood… my compass… my love…”

“As a child in North London it never crossed my mind that I would ever play the Wicked Witch of the East.”

“I was halfway across America, at the dividing line between the East of my youth and the West of my future.”

“Last week I got a flu that I caught, 'cause my daughter coughed … into my mouth.”

“I sit in my tree
I sing like the birds
My beak is my pen
My songs are my poems.”

“Indeed the Idols I have loved so long
Have done my credit in this World much wrong:
Have drown'd my Glory in a shallow Cup
And sold my Reputation for a Song.”

“It was my evil star above,
Not my sweet lute, that wrought me wrong;
It was not song that taught me love,
But it was love that taught me song.”

“My wife and I had an argument last week that was so stupid, it bears repeating. My wife collects twist ties. Welcome to my world.”

“I wanted your songs.
You wanted my songs more than you wanted my happiness. So you took my happiness, and stole my songs.”