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.

And I don't think we should be continuing to propagate the idea that famous people are magical or special because it makes people feel like their lives ain't no good.

Fear travels fast. Love travels a little more slowly. Rationale takes a little more consideration.

The priority of any addict is to anaesthetise the pain of living to ease the passage of day with some purchased relief.

What I might do is watch Mrs Doubtfire. Or Dead Poets Society or Good Will Hunting and I might be nice to people, mindful today how fragile we all are, how delicate we are, even when fizzing with divine madness that seems like it will never expire.

Addiction is a serious desease; it will end with jail, mental institutions or death.

Amy Winehouse - her surname's beginning to sound like a description of her liver.