Now I Know How Joan Of Arc

The Smiths Was An Incredibly Personal Thing To Me. It Was Like Launching Your Own Diary To Music.

Nature Is A Language - Can't You Read?

It Begins In The Heart...and It Hurts When It's True. It Only Hurts Because It's True.

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

I'm Not Very Good At Being Dull.