In the same way, there is some creature gnawing away inside of me, urging me to do things in different ways.

Fruit... it's just God showing off. "Look at all the colours I know!"

If you covered a broom handle with oil and shoved it up my arse, then put me on a trampoline, in a lift, I could write a better song on the walls.

Irish people give big hellos and very little goodbyes. Unless they're female, and then they spend five hours talking in the doorway to the person that's leaving their house.

I've got better things to do than read rubbish about myself.

I love playing in America. I feel having been there a few times that I "get" America a lot more than I used to. It used to be so strange to me. It takes years to learn how to separate the actual, major, important differences from the superficial differences that aren't essential or crucial.

I do not walk around imaging myself to be intimidating or smart.