A lot of journalists give me a hard time about how I look, but I've never met a journalist I'd rather look like.

I've discovered special makeup by a company called M.A.C. You could wear it on the surface of the sun and it wouldn't move.

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.

No, come to think of it, I don't think the Cure will end, but I can make up an ending if you want me to.

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 wouldn't want to think people doted on us, hung on every word, or wanted to look like us.

Performing doesn't come that naturally to me, even though I've done it for years.