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

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.

I think the pop chart today is entirely market-driven. And it has nothing to do with public taste. And it has nothing to do with moving music forward. It's simply a market chart.

You made me feel less alone; you made me feel not quite so deformed, uninformed and hunchbacked.

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

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

I am the son and the heir of a shyness that is criminally vulgar.