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

Whenever I go past McDonalds I get very, very angry.

Life would be so colourful if only I had a drink problem.

Don't talk to me about people who are 'nice' cause I have spent my whole life in ruins because of people who are 'nice'.

Popular music is slowly being laid to rest in every conceivable way... the ashes are already about us if we could but notice them.

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.

I am hated for loving. I am haunted for wanting.