Living, It's Awful For Me.

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.

Refusing To Grow Up Is Like Refusing To Accept Your Limitations. That's Why I Don't Think We'll Ever Grow Up.

In Some Cases, I Quite Like Irritating People Who Need To Be Irritated.

No, Come To Think Of It, I Don't Think The Cure Will End, But I Can Make Up An Ending If You Want Me To.

I'd Like To Record Somewhere Really Different. Rent A Really Big House And Get A Mobile In And Set Up In The Dining Room. Maybe New England; It'd Be Nice In September Or October.