Don't leave it all unsaid, somewhere in the wasteland of your head.

Smiths songs certainly have an astonishing afterlife.

I don't iron anything. Never have and never will.

I was never young. This idea of fun: cars, girls, saturday night, bottle of wine... to me, these things are morbid. I was always attracted to people with the same problems as me. It doesn't help when most of them are dead.

I have seen one or two psychiatrists. They just sit and nod and doodle.

I don't want to go on much longer, really. I think that would suggest a lack of imagination. A certain lack of dignity also.

My family, although they're very large on both my parents' sides, they don't know much about their family tree. Occasionally, they try to dig, but they can't get very far, and it's baffling. In Dublin, it seems that so many public records were wiped out; it's proven to be very difficult, so I know very little.