The sorrow of the IRA Brighton bombing is that Thatcher escaped unscathed.

The Brits are ghastly. I never would accept a Brit. It would be like Laurence Olivier being happy getting a TV Times award.

It's always nice to receive a compliment.

I would rather eat my own testicles than reform The Smiths, and that's saying something for a vegetarian.

There are more than enough to fight and oppose; why waste good time fighting the people you like?

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

I always seem to be singing against the grain.