You say: 'Oh, please forgive' You say: 'Oh, live and let live.' But sorry doesn't help us. Sorry will not save us. Sorry is just a word you find so easy to say (so you say it anyway). Sorry doesn't help us. Sorry won't protect us. Sorry won't undo all the good gone wrong.

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

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

It's the refuge for the mentally deficient. It's made by dull people for dull people.

You are bound to pick up influences.

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 even know if I exist offstage.