I was racing through life, utterly confused and angry. I don't know if I was out of control; it was more like I felt frustrated with myself and everything I saw happening around me.

If you think before you speak the other guy gets his joke in first.

The whole fame and fortune thing is addictive.

I've gradually grown more comfortable with who I am and what I am.

I find it very hard to play a part, then take it off like a cheap suit and become Mr Normal - Mr. Nice Guy.

Even now I can't stand being recognized in the street. I just hate it when strangers come up and try to talk to me. I'm pathologically shy.

I couldn't make sense of things. But then I began the process of civilising myself and trying to become a decent human being. I'm still working on it.