I'd Love To...but Only With You.

I Am Stuck In The Dream Of An Album That Sells Well Not Because Of Marketing, But Because People Like The Songs.

I Would Never, Ever Do Anything As Vulgar As Having Fun.

Popular Music Is Slowly Being Laid To Rest In Every Conceivable Way... The Ashes Are Already About Us If We Could But Notice Them.

Now I Know How Joan Of Arc Felt, As The Flames Rose To Her Roman Nose And Her Walkman Started To Melt...

I Was Wasting My Time, Praying For Love. For A Love That Never Comes, From Someone Who Does Not Exist.