Don't die until you're dead.

Learn to feel sorry for music because, although it is the international language, it has no swear words.

Oh aye...my Father would thrash me every now and then. He'd talk while he did it too! He'd hit me and shout, 'Have ye had enough?' Had enough? Whit kind of question is that? 'Why, Father, would another kick in the balls be out of the question???'

I always look skint. When I buy a Big Issue, people take it out of my hand and give me a pound.

Killing a guy and stealing his wife and child isn't too nice a thing to do.

What always staggers me is that when people blow their noses, they always look into their hankies to see what came out. What do they expect to find?

I don't have wild dogs chasing people with scripts away from my door. I get my share. I've done okay. But I usually do independent stuff because that's mostly what I'm offered.