There's A Practical Problem About Time And

We All Live Inside Bodies That Will Deteriorate. But When You Look At Human Beings, They're Capable Of Very Decent Things: Love, Loyalty. When Time Is Running Out, They Don't Care About Possessions Or Status. They Want To Put Things Right If They've Done Wrong.

I Think I Had Actually Served My Apprenticeship As A Writer Of Fiction By Writing All Those Songs. I Had Already Been Through Phases Of Autobiographical Or Experimental Stuff.

There Was A Time You Saw Me Once, One Afternoon, In The Dormitories. There Was No One Else Around, And I Was Playing This Tape, This Music. I Was Sort Of Dancing With My Eyes Closed And You Saw Me.' '...yes, I Remember That Occasion. I Still Think About It From Time To Time.' 'that's Funny, So Do I.

It Was Like There Was Some Parallel Universe We All Vanished Off To Where We Had All This Sex.

It Never Occurred To Me That Our Lives, Until Then So Closely Interwoven, Could Unravel And Separate Over A Thing Like That. But The Fact Was, I Suppose, There Were Powerful Tides Tugging Us Apart By Then, And It Only Needed Something Like That To Finish The Task. If We'd Understood That Back Then-who Knows?-maybe We'd Have Kept A Tighter Hold Of One Another.