Reading Is Something I've Really Missed, Not

It's Really Easy To Slide Into A Depression Fueled By The Pointlessness Of Existence.

Sometimes I'll Get To The End Of A Song, Open My Eyes And There's All These Faces Peering At Me. It's Quite Horrifying.

I Don't Want The Cure To Fizzle Out Doing 45-minute Shows Of Greatest Hits. That Would Be Awful For Our Legacy.

I Married Somebody Who Likes The Way I Look. If I Changed My Hair Every Year, And I Reinvented Myself In Time-honoured Pop Fashion, I Think Understandably The Person I'm Married To Would Grow Slightly Sick Of Me.

There Were Only Two Times In My Life When I've Actually Felt Down About Things And Gotten Myself Into A Full Mental Mess. One Of The Times Was In 1982. I Had A Horrible Time For A Few Months And Felt Pretty Desperate. Then Again In 1984, For Various Reasons, Not All Of Them Within My Control. Since Then, I Just Wander In And Out Of Black Moods.