If I put a value on my music, and no one's prepared to pay that, then more fool me, but the idea that the value is created by the consumer is an idiot plan; it can't work.

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.

True repentance has a double aspect. It looks upon things past with a weeping eye, and upon the future with a watchful eye.

Everything I do has the tinge of the finite, of my own demise. At some point you either accept death or you just keep pushing it back as you get older and older. I've accepted it.

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.

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

I look thuggish when I shave my head and wear big boots. I walk into a newsagent and people think I'm going to jump the counter.