Artists aren't really people. And I'm actually 40 per cent papier mache.

The Smiths are never, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever going to reunite - ever.

My childhood is streets upon streets upon streets upon streets. Streets to define you and streets to confine you, with no sign of motorway, freeway or highway.

I think perhaps I touch on a different passion in people. It’s not simple the passion of rock ‘n’ roll rebellion - it’s more romantic than sexual.

Well, I'm a Catholic by birth and you can never shed it.

In my life why do I smile at people I'd rather kick in the eye?

Nobody can possibly be so hungry that they need to take a life in order to feel satisfied - they don't after all, take a human life, so why take the life of an animal? Both are conscious beings with the same determination to survive. It is habit, and laziness and nothing else.