Irony is the recourse of the weak-minded wimp, I think. I hate bands that deliver their songs with knowing smiles on their faces, so that if those songs fall flat they can say 'Ah well, we never really meant it anyway.' It's so dishonest.

I don't care where the Cure is placed in the pantheon of rock. I don't care if we're perceived as relevant. We're never worried how we fit in. I don't even want to fit in.

I think, at heart, unless you discover faith in something else, something other, it's very hard to shake the thing that you're adrift alone.

I write with a pen and paper. Never on a laptop.

In all relationships, there are always aching holes and that's where the impossible wishes come into it.

There's no hope of me becoming completely relaxed on stage. If I did, I'd sit down and doze off.

My whole life I've played music for my own personal enjoyment and the idea of it becoming a machine or a business is just horrible.