I continually blacken pages and scribble away, so I always have a number of songs that are half-finished.

Then I start to struggle
With a feeble song
Which will overcome me
Many miles from home

If I knew where the good songs came from, I'd go there more often.

My sense of proprietorship has been so weak that actually I didn't pay attention and I lost the copyrights on a lot of the songs.

I always felt I was scraping the bottom of the barrel trying to get a song together.

I had girlfriends who really irritated me by their devotion to the Beatles. I didn't begrudge them their interest, and there were songs like 'Hey Jude' that I could appreciate. But they didn't seem to be essential to the kind of nourishment that I craved.