It takes away a lot of the thrill of killing yourself when people are looking for you and you're disappointing them, because it is a lot of fun when you're out there killing yourself.

I find it hard to meet the right woman as people assume I'm a certain type of person - which I'm not.

I was like a clock that had exploded- my springs were hanging out, my hands were cockeyed, and my numbers were falling off.

You know, I like to climb trees and ride bikes and play.

The road is not a problem. It's not any more tempting. People don't come up with giant bags of drugs or gallons of alcohol and say, 'You've got to do this.' It happens to me more at home.

Nothing was working, and my friend was dead, and I didn't want to look at that.

I had to sit with my senses. This clear, beautiful intuition took over. I knew exactly how I felt, and I wasn't confused or clouded or compromised. I realized that none of my feelings had diminished, but I might have to lose someone I truly loved. I didn't want to run away from Claire, but I knew drug addiction was strong enough that I had to be willing, if need be, to let go of the person I'd just fallen in love with.