“I left school at 17 and was a star by the time I was 18 – in certain parts of the world anyway.”

At a certain age I just stopped arguing. I realized that there was no way [my father] could see, because for him to approve of what I was doing, he would have to have some belief in me as a musician.

I’d never touch anything. I think it’s foolhardy to play around with the face that you’ve been given. To have a little snip or a tuck, I think, is really quite obscene.

I’m surprised that I’ve survived my own dysfunction, really.

There are very few things in my life that I can’t have if I want them. So when I see something that I can’t have, immediately I’m obsessed by it.

I also think I could probably repeat the commercial success; whether I want to or not is a different matter. I think there is still better work inside me.

This stuff [marijuana] keeps me sane and happy. I’d say it’s a great drug – but obviously it’s not very healthy.

People, you can never change the way they feel. Better let them do what they will. For they will, if you let them, steal your heart.

I seem to think that anything worth having in life has to be painful to attain.

As I became George professionally and everyone called me George, Yog became the name that people who knew me from before started to use. It became more valuable to me.

I don’t go for safe options. Romantically, I go for people who are a pain in the ass.

[My family] is one of the strongest families you’re ever likely to see.

Change is a stranger you have yet to know.

I think my idea of a perfect romance is when two people really belong to each other.

I just hope that I’ll stay around musically for as long as I can. I love to think that I will still be satisfying myself and other people as a musician until the day I die.

I wouldn’t marry until I was ready to have children.

I’ve done too many stupid things for there not to be movies made about me when I’m dead, so I might as well write the script.

Our sun is one of a 100 billion stars in our galaxy. Our galaxy is one of billions of galaxies populating the universe. It would be the height of presumption to think that we are the only living thing in that enormous immensity.

The stars and the moon owe you nothing. But you – owe yourself everything.

O, thou art fairer than the evening air clad in the beauty of a thousand stars.

Watching the luminous waves in the darkness of the night we sit side by side, you pull me in and hold me tight, you whisper lets stay this way, till the stars all burn away.

Bright star, would I were steadfast as thou art– Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night And watching, with eternal lids apart, Like nature’s patient, sleepless Eremite.

In the absence of you I look to the moon and pray that the stars light my way, too.

The night is my best friend. It calms the storm in my soul and it lets the guiding stars rise.

I was suddenly left with nothing in my hands but a handful of crazy stars.