You made me feel less alone; you made me feel not quite so deformed, uninformed and hunchbacked.

I've gone through managers like people go through shredded wheat. Nobody looks after you.

The fire in the belly is essential, otherwise you become Michael Buble - famous and meaningless.

Now this might disturb you, but I find I'm OK by myself; and I don't need you or your benevolence to make sense.

I'm not very good at being dull.

I still don't belong to anyone - I am mine.

My family, although they're very large on both my parents' sides, they don't know much about their family tree. Occasionally, they try to dig, but they can't get very far, and it's baffling. In Dublin, it seems that so many public records were wiped out; it's proven to be very difficult, so I know very little.