One can have great concern for the people of Ethiopia, but it's another thing to inflict daily torture on the people of England.

I see the world, it makes me puke, But then I look at you and know, that somewhere there's a someone who can soothe me.

If you must write prose or poems, the words you use should be your own. Don't plagiarize or take 'on loan'. There's always someone, somewhere, with a big nose, who knows, who'll trip you up and laugh when you fall.

I am human and I need to be loved, just like everybody else does.

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.

Robert Smith is a whingebag.

I see myself rather like an old discarded dishrag.