I Wanted To Be The Fifth Beatle.

Of All The Things I've Lost I Miss My Mind The Most.

I've Got Many, Many Demons That Affect Me On Many, Many Levels. A Few Years Ago, I Was Convinced Of That - I Thought I Truly Was Possessed By The Devil. I Remember Sitting Through The Exorcist A Dozen Times, Saying To Myself, 'yeah, I Can Relate To That. I Really Wish I Knew Why I've Done Some Of The Things I've Done Over The Years. I Don't Know If I'm A Medium For Some Outside Source. Whatever It Is, Frankly, I Hope It's Not What I Think It Is - Satan.”

Still, One Of The Few Good Things About Being Dyslexic Is That When I Say I Don’t Read Reviews, I Mean I Don’t Read Reviews.

I Don’t Know Whose Brilliant Idea That Was, But It Wasn’t Mine, That’s For Sure.

The Beatles Gave Me Everything. Especially Paul Mccartney. I Adore Him.