I've always spent more time with a smile on my face than not, but the thing is, I don't write about it.
I lose myself in music because I can't be bothered explaining what I feel to anyone else around me.
I've never regretted not having children. My mindset in that regard has been constant. I objected to being born, and I refuse to impose life on someone else.
They may not like us, but they can't get away from knowing who we are.
In some cases, I quite like irritating people who need to be irritated.
Refusing to grow up is like refusing to accept your limitations. That's why I don't think we'll ever grow up.
I write with a pen and paper. Never on a laptop.
It's really easy to slide into a depression fueled by the pointlessness of existence.
If you feel alienated from people around you, it's because no one tries to understand you.
It's only people that aren't goths that think the Cure are a goth band.
I do a job I really, really love and I kind of have fun with. People think you can't be grown up unless you're moaning about your job.
I'm in the strange position of the world drifting away from me, but you know what? I'm actually quite content with that. It doesn't bother me in the slightest. I don't feel like, 'Oh God, I'm being left behind.'
I wore makeup when I was at school, and I wore makeup when glam started. I started wearing it again when punk started. I've always been drawn to wearing it. It's partly ritualistic, partly theatrical and partly just because I think I look better with it on.
Everything I do has the tinge of the finite, of my own demise. At some point you either accept death or you just keep pushing it back as you get older and older. I've accepted it.
I despise people who revel in the ignorance of not being able to play their instrument.
My whole life I've played music for my own personal enjoyment and the idea of it becoming a machine or a business is just horrible.
You can't allow other people to put a price on what you do, otherwise you don't consider what you do to have any value at all, and that's nonsense.
I still frequent my parents' house. I go there to escape, back to the bedroom that I grew up in. Just to sit there and feel small.
But everyone I know reaches a point where they throw out their arms and go beserk for a while; otherwise you never know what your limits are. I was just trying to find mine.
I just don't feel comfortable anymore with the kind of attention that I'm getting. It's purely the numbers of people that want a bit of the Cure or want a bit of me.
