I always seem to be singing against the grain.
The word ‘indie’ is meaningless now. It’s so over-used that people think it simply means green hair.
The Queen is the ultimate dictator.
Those Catholics, they really nab you when you’re young.
It’s always nice to receive a compliment.
If you love animals, obviously it doesn’t make sense to hurt them.
War, I thought, was the most negative aspect of male heterosexuality. If more men were homosexual, there would be no wars, because homosexual men would never kill other men, whereas heterosexual men love killing other men.
I first bought a Buffy Sainte-Marie record when I was 12, and her music has always remained with me. In the 1960s, as a political activist, Buffy’s lyrics were fearless, and I’m very grateful for all the risks that she took.
I have found the best way to avoid ending your life as a bitter wreck is to start out as one.
Boot the grime of this world in the crotch dear.
Rush to danger; wind up nowhere.
Satan rejected my soul; as low as he goes, he never quite goes this low.
Don’t leave it all unsaid, somewhere in the wasteland of your head.
And make no mistake, my friend, your pointless life will end; but before you go, can you look at the truth?
With no reason to hide these words I feel, and no reason to talk about the books I read, but still, I do.
Oh, I can’t help quoting you, because everything that you said rings true.
The more you ignore me, the closer I get; you’re wasting your time.
You don’t like me, but you love me; either way, you’re wrong.
I was wasting my time, praying for love. For a love that never comes, from someone who does not exist.
I was wasting my life, always thinking about myself.