There's a club if you'd like to go, you could meet somebody who really loves you, so you go and you stand on your own, and you leave on your own, and you go home and you cry and you want to die.

Long hair is an unpardonable offense which should be punishable by death.

I normally live in Los Angeles, if you can call it normal living.

The rhino is now more or less extinct, and it's not because of global warming or shrinking habitats. It's because of Beyonce's handbags.

It's so easy to laugh, It's so easy to hate, It takes guts to be gentle and kind.

I've never intended to be controversial but it's very easy to be controversial in pop music because nobody ever is.

I do think it's possible to go through life and never fall in love, or find someone who loves you.

Robert Smith is a whingebag.

Shyness is nice, but shyness can stop you from doing all the things in life that you'd like to.

Artists aren't really people. And I'm actually 40 per cent papier mache.

He referred to me as an 'insufferable puffed-up prat'. This is a bit rich coming from a man who actually married his own mother.

If good things lasted forever, would we appreciate how precious they are?

The malaria parasite has been killing children and sapping the strength of whole populations for tens of thousands of years. It is impossible to calculate the harm malaria has done to the world.

It was rather awkward, insofar as we were both teetering between the possibility of something and the possibility of nothing.

If you can find him, then he can find you. If he wants to find you, he will.

Pain and love - the whole of life, in short - cannot be looked on as a disease just because they make us suffer.

I'm so lucky to have such a great family. I respect them so much professionally, and they've been unconditionally supportive in the choices that I've made. It's been very good having them on my side.

Jews have God's promise and if we Christians have it, too, then it is only as those chosen with them, as guests in their house, that we are new wood grafted onto their tree.

That summer we had been absolutely alone, together, even when people were around, the only inhabitants of the kind of floating island or magic carpet which being in love is.

Traffic is about drugs. As detailed a portrait as I can muster about what is happening in the drug world, from top to bottom, from policy to how things move on the street.

Love is perfect in proportion to it's freedom.