Like a groupie incognito posing as a real singer, life imitates art.

Mary prays the rosary for my broken mind.

I regret trusting The Guardian. I didn't want to do an interview, but the journalist was persistent. [The writer] was masked as a fan, but was hiding sinister ambitions and angles. Maybe he's actually the boring one looking for something interesting to write about.

When I was younger I felt lonely... In terms of my thought processes. I had the constant feeling that I thought differently to everyone around me. So, I suppose I felt lonely for a home. I didn't know where I wanted to be, but I knew I wasn't there yet.

Bad things happen everyday but you're not going to be any happier thinking about them. So I don't think about them.

When things get bad enough, your only resort is to lie in bed and start praying.

In New York I pretty much live in diners - I order French Fries, Diet Coke floats and lots of coffee.