Places like New York are just too intense, too much about money, too much about ambition; it's all too superficial for me.
I wanted this album to sound like a big crocheted blanket - to be warm yet to have a lot of space.
On two occasions I have been asked, 'Pray, Mr. Babbage, if you put into the machine wrong figures, will the right answers come out?' I am not able rightly to apprehend the kind of confusion of ideas that could provoke such a question.