Everything worth knowing about the 1980s I learned from obsessively reading Bloom County collections when I was nine and Derek Jarman's diaries when I was twenty.

Nothing is new anymore. We're living in a post-everything society and "art" itself has become satire.

An educated man believing in a this-that vile sky-god rewarding him-her, but punishing your enemies with hell and fire, is uneducated.

Linguist say parties in the conversation will tolerate silence for four seconds before interjecting anything, however unrelated.

To demand 'sense' is the hallmark of nonsense. Nature does not make sense. Nothing makes sense.

Each person has their own brand and style and the way they do things.

Are not beauty and delicacy the same?

I wasn't sure how people were going to take to the stories I was telling and the things I wanted to sing about.

I want to enjoy life and I can't if I'm not eating and miserable...

I like to hang out with my friends, go to the theatre, watch DVDs, read, play with my niece.

When you really know someone, you can't hate him.

As soon as they're out of your sight, you are out of their mind.