I think the rock'n'roll myth of living on the edge is a pile of crap.

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.

Sometimes I'll get to the end of a song, open my eyes and there's all these faces peering at me. It's quite horrifying.

You don't really know a song until you play it live.

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.

Living, it's awful for me.

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.