There's no hope of me becoming completely relaxed on stage. If I did I'd sit down and doze off.

I've had some incredible moments in my life - thus far. I hope a lot more are coming.

I'm moving on. I should have made that clear when I made the announcement. I guess I wasn't clear. If people think you're leaving a show after all these years you might be retiring. So I understand where they're coming from but I should have impressed the fact that I hope I'm just moving on right now.

We hope that the long darkness through which the Burmese people have lived may now be coming to an end.

All I can do is leave it in God's hands and hope that my fans feel where I'm coming from.

If you start in the pit of despair with these profane awful things even a glimmer of hope or awareness is going to occur that's much brighter coming from this dark awful beginning.

One lives in the hope of becoming a memory.

All my day is spent dealing with other people. When I come home I like it to be empty. The presence of others in my house kind of annoys me. I love coming home and shutting the doors. I feel brain dead. I'm relatively available but not to live with.

The thrill of coming home has never changed.

I love coming back to Neath - this is home and always will be.