“I’m not really a flirt; I just try to be myself.”

Dreams do come true, believe always. I dreamt every night of becoming a singer

Everyone gets that second album syndrome.

We’re never going to escape the idea of being young. Which I don’t mind myself. I mean, who wants to grow up anyway?

I don’t want to live up to how people expect me to be.

Do you think anybody knows that I’m Irish?

I want to live forever! I want to learn how to fly high!

Fans always ask me to marry them so I’ll have a lot of wives.

I want to sell out arenas and make an album and work with some of the best artists in the world.

Changing is for weirdos.

Our band will never change , we will always be 5 singing idiots .

We cut up lemons on a chop board because they are good for our voices.

The type of girls that would sleep with you in a heartbeat aren’t the type of girls I’d want to take home anyway.

I feel I am a little bit older. Reckon I will start growing a beard next week.

If a man whistles at you, don’t turn around. You are a lady not a dog.

I was starstruck by Michelle Obama. She’s an amazing-looking lady, and I’m a massive Barack Obama fan anyway.

I’ll always defend the people I love even though I’m as terrifying as a baby penguin.

The infinity of All ever bringing forth anew, and even as infinite space is around us, so is infinite potentiality, capacity, reception, malleability, matter.

May I ask your name, my lady? Or perhaps angels have no names, only beautiful faces.

Nothing is so great an example of bad manners as flattery. If you flatter all the company, you please none; If you flatter only one or two, you offend the rest.

Isn’t she lovely made from love?

You and I flirt in ways they don’t know exist.

How can you be in hell while you are in my heart?

The TV doesn’t work; lets just watch each other instead.

Sure, there are oceans and seas and magnificent things – but none of them are you.