I don't like old friends talking to me like I'm a pop star, cos it makes me feel like I'm becoming two-dimensional.

And true love waits In haunted attics And true love lives On lollipops and crisps

Are you feeling lucky? Cause I'm on a roll.

If we replaced all of our guns with chicken sandwiches it would end all war immediately.

Why did the chicken cross the road? Because he's a goddamn chicken he doesn't know what the **** he's doing

Performing is great, but you are exposed to all this extra stuff that you don't have to deal with when you stop. I'm getting used to it now, but it's kind of just the fallout. It's really weird. It's not a natural situation to be in. It sounds like moaning, because I know that's what I'm supposed to do, and I'm not moaning.

It's a fine line between writing something with genuine emotional impact and turning into little idiots feeling sorry for ourselves and playing stadium rock.