I have a big problem with piped music. I like eith...

I want to get old gracefully. I want to have good posture, I want to be healthy and be an example to my children.

I can't really change my life to accommodate people who are jealous. I don't see why I should.

I learned to change my accent in England, your accent identifies you very strongly with a class, and I did not want to be held back.

At the age when Bengali youth almost inevitably writes poetry, I was listening to European classical music.

I'm well past the age where I'm acceptable. You get to a certain age and you are forbidden access. You're not going to get the kind of coverage that you would like in music magazines, you're not going to get played on radio and you're not going to get played on television. I have to survive on word of mouth.

When superstition is allowed to perform the task of old age in dulling the human temperament, we can say goodbye to all excellence in poetry, in painting, and in music.

A lot of music you might listen to is pretty vapid, it doesn't always deal with our deeper issues. These are the things I'm interested in now, particularly at my age.