Drugs don't work. They don't even make you forget - only momentarily, because if something's that painful, nothing's going to make you forget it. You think they'll fill the hole, but the hole just gets deeper: It's like trying to fill in a hole without a spade.

I realise it's proved to people that I don't love them. It's dawning on me now that if I say I love someone: it's like lying, really. As long as I'm taking it,…

After years of entrenched drug abuse, you have a mourning period. I know it's a bit sad, but I'm in mourning. I'm in mourning for an armful.

I was so, so lost and unhappy. If you listen to the songs on the first album, you can hear it. They're really sad songs and they come from a lonely place. The …

Come take my body God, don't let me suffer any longer/Smoke a pound of marijuana, so I know it ain't long

I drank because I wanted to drown my sorrows, but now the damned things have learned to swim.

I'm not suicidal, except when I drink. That's why we don't all drink at the same time, there'd be no-one alive to drive home.