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

I am attracted to humans. But, of course... not many.

The fire in the belly is essential, otherwise you become Michael Buble - famous and meaningless.

The Smiths are never, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever going to reunite - ever.

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

I would rather eat my own testicles than reform The Smiths, and that's saying something for a vegetarian.

Close your eyes, and think of someone you physically admire, and let me kiss you.