Music Became An Obsession, And

It's Hard For Me To Put On Weight.

I Don't Like Lifts And Will Walk Up 20 Flights Of Stairs If I Have To. Crowded Rooms Make Me Uncomfortable, Too, Although I Can Sing To A Stadium Full Of Thousands Of People No Bother.

I Don't Have Too Much Faith In Destiny, Or An Afterlife. This Is It.

As The Plane Got Closer To Miami, I Had This Terrible Feeling He Was Dying. Maybe He Was Telling Me That He Was Going. I Felt Anger, Panic, Despair And Helplessness.

Lots Of People Aren't Comfortable With Silences. They Feel They've Got To Fill The Dead Air.