I don't want to get too involved in marketing budgets, online promotions and download set-ups because it would be a bit like Gertrude Stein mapping out a TV campaign. I want to sing. I want visibility. I am essentially Al Martino, not Seymour Stein.

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.

Disappointment came to me, and booted me, and bruised and hurt me, but that's how people grow up.

I never imagined I'd be a solo artist. And now I couldn't imagine being part of a group.

The more you ignore me, the closer I get; you're wasting your time.

When you sleep I will creep Into your thoughts Like a bad debt That you can't pay Take the easy way and give in!

Smiths songs certainly have an astonishing afterlife.