Spending warm Summer days indoors, writing frightening verse to a buck-toothed girl in Luxembourg. — The Smiths Copy Share Image
Has the world changed or have I changed? Some nine year old tough who peddles drugs. — The Smiths Copy Share Image
A crack on the head is what you get for not asking, and a crack on the head is what you get for asking. — The Smiths Copy Share Image
“And if a double-decker bus crashes into us. To die by your side is such a heavenly way to die.” — The Smiths Copy Share Image
“Sing me to sleep, sing me to sleep. I'm tired and I want to go to bed. SIng me to sleep, sing me to… — The Smiths Copy Share Image
He killed a policeman when he was thirteen, and somehow that really impressed me. — The Smiths Copy Share Image
You can kick me and you can punch me and you break my face, but you can't change the way that I feel cause… — The Smiths Copy Share Image
He comes sliding down the banister, the vicar in a tutu. He's not strange, he just wants to live his life this way. — The Smiths Copy Share Image
Keats and Yeats are on your side, but you lose because Wilde is on mine. — The Smiths Copy Share Image
