I have a condition called Aspergers Syndrome, which is like a mild form of autism It means I don't interact properly in certain social situations.

I have one brother, John, an airline pilot, who is seven years younger. He's adopted, though we're still blood related - he's my cousin. My parents couldn't have any more children after me, so when Dad's brother died, they adopted John, then just a baby.

I just didn't make music that you could sing with a big grin, still don't.

Time heals nothing, it merely rearranges our memory.

I'm hopeless at small talk and have a problem making eye contact.

I don't believe in sharing my money. If I go out and work my nuts off and make some money, I don't feel that I should have to share it with my community.

There's no point in lying saying I am doing really, really well because I'm not; I'm cult level.