I was wasting my time, praying for love. For a love that never comes, from someone who does not exist.

I have no love for myself as a human being, but I have immense pride in the music I make, and I believe it has an important place. Others do, too, and the thousands of people with Morrissey tattoos certainly proves something.

I'm tired again, I've tried again, and now my heart is full. And I just can't explain...so I won't even try to.

As a very small child I found recorded noise and the solitary singer beneath the spotlight so dramatic and so brave... walking the plank... willingly... It was sink or swim. The very notion of standing there, alone, I found beautiful.

With no reason to hide these words I feel, and no reason to talk about the books I read, but still, I do.

You either approve of violence or you don't, and nothing on earth is more violent or extreme than the meat industry.

Eating meat is the most disgusting thing I can think of. It's like biting into your grandmother.