I'm really terrible with small children; they're small, noisy, irritating, damp and soggy.

In writing lyrics - well, for me, anyway - it's about getting into character, you know? 'Who is writing this?' In the case of the original 'Thick As A Brick,' supposedly a precocious, very young child who's fantasizing about his future and the context of all the confusing elements to which school boys are subjected at that time.

Classical music only really came into my life in 1969. I wish I had heard classical music and church music when I was a teenager or even as a child.

Come with me to the Winged Isle- Northern father's Western child Where the Dance of Ages is playing still through far marches of Acres Wild.