And though I walk home alone, my faith in love is still devout.

Even I, as sick as I am, I would never be you. Even I, sick and depraved, a traveler to the grave, I would never be you.

Whoever says the Smiths have split shall be severely spanked by me with a wet plimsoll.

I do think it's possible to go through life and never fall in love, or find someone who loves you.

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.

Life is very long, when you're lonely.

The Smiths was an incredibly personal thing to me. It was like launching your own diary to music.