A singer for me is more like someone who is standing alone with a microphone like Scott Walker, rather than someone who is bashing a plank and is spitting all over a microphone.

I liked Germany; I'm not into Berlin, it's too huge and empty and imposing, but Munich was good.

It's mostly Mars Bars and peanuts and cheese and you go to the fridge and there's Red Bull and Beer. It's not like people are holding me down and pouring beer in my face.

When Blur first started and we were playing Manchester the Hacienda was the place to go. That was where a lot of exciting stuff was happening and London was pretty dead.

There are a lot of people who can do it on the guitar and sing at the same time, but I think what is harder is bass players that can play the bass and sing.

I suppose my little Martin acoustic guitar is quickly becoming a prize possession. It's a lovely guitar. I bought it at the Cambridge Folk Festival in 2001 before I had cleaned up.

My hobby is my job. it's a jobby!

I think it's better if blokes can admit that they can have crushes on other blokes. I've probably had crushes but never really sexual crushes on men.

Most of America don't even listen to music probably. They just go raccoon hunting or something.

I think a lot of cynicism has dropped away from my shoulders since I stopped drinking.

I've always looked at shoes as being immensely beautiful things.

Are you familiar with that play?In fact, we're almost living it!

Very often I've known people who wouldn't say a word to each other, but they'd go to see movies together and experience life that way.

Halloween is the beginning of the holiday shopping season. That's for women. The beginning of the holiday shopping season for men is Christmas Eve.

I don't know what it's like in the U.S. but immigrants in the U.K. do the jobs the citizens won't do.

To explode a myth is accordingly not to deny the facts but to re-allocate them.

Carpe diem. (Seize the day.)

Every woman should eat for the long run so she can manage the short stops of crisis.

America fell in love with the innocence of a kid who just was honest, saying, I did the best I could, and I had no formal training.

Music, when soft voices die, Vibrates in the memory; Odors, when sweet violets sicken, Live within the sense they quicken.