Robert Smith Is A Whingebag.

Not Everybody Is Absolutely Stupid. Why On Earth Would I Be Racist, What Would I Be Trying To Achieve?

I Have An Unswayable Obsession With Death. If There Was A Magical Pill That One Could Take That Would Retire You From The World, I Would Take It.

I Was Never Young. This Idea Of Fun: Cars, Girls, Saturday Night, Bottle Of Wine... To Me, These Things Are Morbid. I Was Always Attracted To People With The Same Problems As Me. It Doesn't Help When Most Of Them Are Dead.

You Are Bound To Pick Up Influences.

Last Night I Dreamt That Somebody Loved Me. No Hope, No Harm; Just Another False Alarm.