These tears I'm wailing, I spill not without reason. Remove them, my dearest love. Take me to the place I've been dreaming of, where the grotesquely lonely meet the grotesquely lonely and they whisper, just very softly, Please be mine, Dearest Love.

I'm not very good at being dull.

Each year of life brings us nearer to our decline, but I will continue to seek a listener until I'm dead in a ditch.

Artists aren't really people. And I'm actually 40 per cent papier mache.

It begins in the heart...and it hurts when it's true. It only hurts because it's true.

A heartless hand on my shoulder A push and it's over Alabaster crashes down Six months is a long time Tried living in the real world Instead of a shell But before I began I was bored before I even began

I've always done quite well as far as the charts are concerned. And yet I always felt I conveyed the spirit of the music I love, which didn't have any chart success.