Smiths songs certainly have an astonishing afterlife.

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

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

People like me prove that you can survive without romance, even though you end up a bit unbalanced and you tend to argue with your own reflection.

Sing your life; any fool can think of words that rhyme.

Burn down the disco Hang the blessed D.J. Because the music that they constantly play It says nothing to me about my life

I'd rather produce art than become art.