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

I stopped hating and started just being. My whole life, I had been the most defensive person you'd meet, unable to tolerate any criticism. But now I started listening and being.

I don't even bother trying to picture a perfect world, because I don't think that perfection is something to strive for. I prefer imperfection. That's what makes things special. You know, things that change

All summer long; we'll be playing the festivals. We'll be Reading, we'll be Leeds, we'll be around.

I know whatever my father did, in his own way, he still loved me.

The fact that I was a junkie for a long time is only one slice of my own personal pie, which is made up of a lot of different slices.

I'm still a little bent, a little crooked, but all things considered, I can't complain.