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.

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

All I ever wanted to do was to do something good so that my parents could be proud of me.

I couldn't be a royal. It's like living in a supersonic goldfish bowl.

We were always told we were one step behind Deep Purple, one step behind Led Zeppelin, one step behind everybody. Our manager didn't want to let us know how popular we were. It's only after we did Ozzfest that people started telling me stuff. I thought they were taking the piss. People would come up to me and go, "Respect."

A foolish picture I live in disgust, degradation being eaten by lust.

I am a raging alcoholic, but I don't want my kids to do the same.