When you’re in love, it’s not just about the messing around in the sack, it’s about how empty you feel when they’re gone.

With my recovery programme, I have to do a daily inventory of how my day has been. I am terribly dyslexic and have attention deficit disorder, so I have to carry a tape recorder everywhere I go.

I'm not trying to twist people's heads around. I'm not trying to say, "Believe in me."

I can't change the past, but I can try to make a better future for me.

What is the world coming to?

I was curious, given the swimming pools of booze I’ve guzzled over the years - not to mention all of the cocaine, morphine, sleeping pills, cough syrup, LSD, Rohypnol… there’s really no plausible medical reason why I should still be alive. Maybe my DNA could say why.

For years I've had neurological problems. I used to shake a lot and I was on medication - I paid about $700,000 for one year of pills. I was taking 40-odd different ones a day.