I'm dyslexic, I have attention-deficit disorder, and I've got something like a hereditary tremor.

It's all part of my journey - I've done a lot of stupid things, but you learn by your mistakes.

Ten thousand million nightmares, temptation by the score, I used to get so high, and still I wanted more. You think my time is wasted in search of who I am, I tried so hard to kill the boy inside the man.

Unholy soldier, disciple of sin, what kind of mind are you living in?

I remember one night in Memphis, I'd come out of a blackout, and I didn't know where I was. I'm feeling through the darkness - I was asleep in the middle of a freeway. I went up to this car in the darkness, and it was a cop car.

I didn't really like the taste of booze. I liked the effect it did on me. But I can't say I savored a glass full of Chablis Chablis 1932. I drank whatever s - - was in front of me and got me buzzed.

I'm hoping to do a Broadway musical on the life of Rasputin. He's someone I can definitely identify with.