Whenever I meet a beauty, I escape or hide in the corner.

Where are you sleeping tonight? Face down in the mud? That's a British tradition: Take acid and fall asleep in some field.

I can be very drunk in a club in Oxford on a Monday night and some guy comes up to you and buys you a drink and says that the last record you made changed his life. That means something.

There was a clown that tried to eat me as a boy, in my nightmares. Years later I found a clown for booking online who resembled him named Patches. Needless to say, Patches is dead now.

If you're bored of the songs, you're bored of the songs. There's not much you can do.

I once tried playing baseball but I started crying.

Isn't it strange how someone can be both human and divine at the same time? I am referring, of course, to myself.