It's really easy to slide into a depression fueled by the pointlessness of existence.

But everyone I know reaches a point where they throw out their arms and go beserk for a while; otherwise you never know what your limits are. I was just trying to find mine.

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

There were only two times in my life when I've actually felt down about things and gotten myself into a full mental mess. One of the times was in 1982. I had a horrible time for a few months and felt pretty desperate. Then again in 1984, for various reasons, not all of them within my control. Since then, I just wander in and out of black moods.

I don't want The Cure to fizzle out doing 45-minute shows of greatest hits. That would be awful for our legacy.

I'd like to record somewhere really different. Rent a really big house and get a mobile in and set up in the dining room. Maybe New England; it'd be nice in September or October.

In some cases, I quite like irritating people who need to be irritated.