I'm thinking, I'm singing like Ozzy Osbourne, but I don't sound like him enough, ever.

We're probably a couple of freaks who've created their own little universe, are living in our own little world and that's the only place where we can survive.

Lou Reed is something like a personal favorite of mine, but you could always put me into that drawer of singers who can't really sing, who speak their songs.

If a voice is just too nice, without an edge, it kinda all flows by. You forget it. You don't listen to the lyrics.

A good voice isn't so important. It's more important to sound really unique.

I'm not sure if you can blame everything on the American way of life, but the United States are big. So, if you have a lot of people there, the percentage of stupid people is bound to be higher.

I think most musicians know if they make the same record twice, even if they say they don't.

Despite my own doubts of being marketable or crushworthy, my goal was to write a record of peppy pop songs, hopefully without annoying anybody.

We're not on a desperate mission to write chart compatible stuff.

I didn't really like confessional poetry or things. They seemed sort of dated to me, or just corny.

The lyrics are different from Nick Cave songs and lyrics. His songs are very narrative.

My job is to assist you in finding the answer that is right for you. Not the answer that would be right for me.

'You're like starlight, ' Cam whispered, and his teeth scraped up my jaw. I shivered. 'I could lose myself in you.'

This is 911 dispatch, and the nature of your emergency… fire, ambulance, police or… physics?

Just want to be a footnote in someone else's happiness.

I do not believe that the way paint is applied should be more important than what is portrayed.

But what club wouldn't welcome the chance to strengthen their side, what club would turn down the resources Chelsea have?

Can art change the world? Maybe ... we should change the question: Can art change people's lives?

I know nothing of what it is to be a gangster.

The hawthorn bush, with seats beneath the shade, For talking age and whispering lovers made.

It's like trying to train an ADD cat in a mouse factory.