I avoid people who I actually like. I suppose that’s a phobia but also a habit.

I never imagined I'd be a solo artist. And now I couldn't imagine being part of a group.

I have an unswayable obsession with death. If there was a magical pill that one could take that would retire you from the world, I would take it.

And though I walk home alone, my faith in love is still devout.

I have forgiven Jesus for all of the love he placed in me, when there's no one I can turn to with this love.

Jesus made me, so he should save me from pity, sympathy and idiots discussing me.

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