Living, it's awful for me.

I married somebody who likes the way I look. If I changed my hair every year, and I reinvented myself in time-honoured pop fashion, I think understandably the person I'm married to would grow slightly sick of me.

I don't think of death in a romantic way anymore.

I still frequent my parents' house. I go there to escape, back to the bedroom that I grew up in. Just to sit there and feel small.

If any of our songs ever did make it on the top ten, I'd disband the group immediately.

I'd rather spend my time looking at the sky than listening to Whitney Houston.

It's better to forget than remember me and cry.