We said we'd never tour ... and we'll never do a tour, I don't think - or if we do it won't be longer than about two weeks.

Existence is.. well.. what does it matter? I exist on the best terms I can. The past is now part of my future. The present is well out of hand.

Reality is only a term, based on values and well worn principles, whereas the dream goes on forever.

I struggle between what I know is right in my own mind, and some warped truthfulness as seen through other people's eyes who have no heart, and can't see the difference anyway.

When routine bites hard, and ambitions are low. When resentment rides high, but emotion won't grow...and we're changing our ways, taking different roads. Love will tear us apart.

We're changing our ways, taking different roads, and love will tear us apart again.

I used to work in a factory and I was really happy because I could daydream all day.

Pictures all around, of how good a life should be, a model for the rest, that bred insecurity, I walked a jagged line and then came back for more, it's always in my mind, an institution with no law.

All my lyrics are open to interpretation by the individual and imply many different meanings, therefore their relevance is purely subjective.

Well, subconsciously I suppose some things must stick but I'm not influenced consciously by them.

Love, love will tear us apart, again.

Once I was King of the Titans. Now I need a MedicAlert bracelet and a subscription to the Safe Return program. Can you put out a Silver Alert on a god? I’ve fallen and I can’t get up.

I’ve never been jealous before I met you, it burns, luv. Like silver through my veins. Some nights, watching you with other men on your jobs, I think it will drive me mad. (Bones)

I do have a political agenda. It's to have as few regulations as possible.

At times people in the press were also useful to me.

If the world grows to worldly, it can be rebuked by the Church; but if the Church grows to worldly, it cannot be adequately rebuked for worldlyness by the world.

The loveliest theories are being overthrown by these damned experiments; it's no fun being a chemist anymore.

There are four different cars filling the first four places.

I just try to do me and stay out of harms way.

After all these years of creating my collections, I still doubt my decision even until the last minute before the fashion show, I keep questioning myself and wondering if I did the right thing.

I tell people diets don't work. And I don't care what they say. I have tried them all.