Sister, He's a Poet

From Morrissey: In His Own Words:

I was such an intellectual idiot, people were convinced that if they talked to me I'd quote Genesis and bolts of lightning would descend from the sky. So I was never kissed behind the bicycle sheds.

Oscar Wilde was a hideously fat person, so I'm sure he indulged in meat quite often. But he is forgiven.

I would never do anything as vulgar as having fun.

The tabloids hound me, and it gets very sticky. What makes me more dangerous to them is the fact that I lead somewhat of a religious lifestyle.

And my favorite:

Is celibacy really a victory of guilt over lust?

I wish it was. I wouldn't feel so bad about it then.