"The thing I’m most pleased with was in this American magazine, I’ve actually got it framed on a wall somewhere, I was voted the most over-rated guitarist of the millennium. Number one, in front of Eric Clapton, in the last thousand years! Shit, it doesn’t get any better than that!"

"I always tend to be ricocheting between both daydreams and reality, never really belonging to any of them. I live in perpetual loneliness, in dreams and reverie, whimsical fantasies of make-belief, swathed in gardens of rose and lavender, skies imbued with a pink haze, a peachy gold, speckled with stars in bright daylight, dripping seas from above, morning dewdrops against my skin. I am unable to completely unhinge myself from the lucidness of grueling reality, for I am in that way grounded to places I can never leave. I am also somewhat of a hopeless romantic, I love soft whispers, tender touches and feverish warmth. Bewitch me with your spellbound charm, and etch yourself against my skin, enchant me."