The Cure: A new dimension of the word 'crap'.

I have seen one or two psychiatrists. They just sit and nod and doodle.

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.

Robert Smith is a whingebag.

It's the refuge for the mentally deficient. It's made by dull people for dull people.

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

I am still my teenage self. If you think that we all step through a door marked Adult, or that we sign a Grown-Up Document, you’re quite wrong. We remain as we always were, and that, alas, is one of life’s many nasty tricks.