I stopped smoking. When I stopped smoking, my voice changed... so drastically, I couldn't believe it myself.

Never take ecstasy, beer, baccardi, weed, pepto bismol, vivarin, tums, tagamet hb, xanax, and valium in the same day. It makes it difficult to sleep at night.

Once you've seen a solution to the disease that's tearing you apart, relapsing is never fun.

My sobriety isn't up for discussion, but as for vices, I seem to hack away at them with my invisible machete from dawn till dusk. The vice of 'more' is an ongoing theme.

I was like a clock that had exploded- my springs were hanging out, my hands were cockeyed, and my numbers were falling off.

People at rehab were stealing my hats and pens and notebooks and asking for autographs. I couldn't concentrate on my problem.