I struggle in these situations not to let my madness govern me, and to let the positive aspects of my character define my life.

We all need something to help us unwind at the end of the day. You might have a glass of wine, or a joint, or a big delicious blob of heroin to silence your silly brainbox of its witterings but there has to be some form of punctuation, or life just seems utterly relentless.

What was alien was being ordinary, being humdrum, being trapped into appeasing...having to crush and stifle my opinions, not being allowed to be brilliant, tricking myself into mediocrity.

I thought I was promiscuous, but it turns out I was just thorough.

If you're a drug addict, often you're stealing - I've gotten done for shoplifting a few times.

As a performer, I'm very, very confident in what I do.

I don't see why someone should lose their life just so you can have a snack.