I can chase you, and I can catch you, but there is nothing I can do to make you mine.
The Smiths was an incredibly personal thing to me. It was like launching your own diary to music.
Rush to danger; wind up nowhere.
Long hair is an unpardonable offense which should be punishable by death.
I am hated for loving. I am haunted for wanting.
Nothing is important, so people, realising that, should get on with their lives, go mad, take their clothes off, jump in the canal, jump into one of those supermarket trolleys, race around the supermarket and steal Mars bars and kiss kittens.