[Sigmund Freud] just made people feel so neurotic about their lives. I mean, if you dreamt about a lampshade, it meant you wanted to be whipped by the local vicar or something.

I used to dream, and I used to vow; I wouldn't dream of it now.

Can you squeeze me into an empty page of your diary and psychologically save me?

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.

For the first time in my life the eternal 'I' becomes 'we', as, finally, I can get on with someone.

I am stuck in the dream of an album that sells well not because of marketing, but because people like the songs.

Because ENOUGH is TOO MUCH! And look around ...can you blame us?!