My earliest memories are sitting on the beach at Blackpool, and I know that if I went back, it would be horrible. I know what Blackpool's like - it's nothing like I imagined it was as a child.

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.

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

The further I get from the things that I care about, the less I care about how much further away I get.

You know, the Internet's made us more aware of what people think about us.

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.