I'd Rather Produce Art Than Become Art.

I Am Still My Teenage Self. If You Think That We All Step Through A Door Marked Adult, Or That We Sign A Grown-up Document, You’re Quite Wrong. We Remain As We Always Were, And That, Alas, Is One Of Life’s Many Nasty Tricks.

Each Year Of Life Brings Us Nearer To Our Decline, But I Will Continue To Seek A Listener Until I'm Dead In A Ditch.

God, Come Down, If You're Really There - Well, You're The One Who Claims To Care!

I Can't Believe I'm 29. Where Did The Years Go? Why Did The Years Go?

I Was Driving My Car, I Crashed And Broke My Spine. So Yes There Are Things Worse In Life Than Never Being Someone's Sweetie.