I was racing through life, utterly confused and angry. I don't know if I was out of control; it was more like I felt frustrated with myself and everything I saw happening around me.
I find it very hard to play a part, then take it off like a cheap suit and become Mr Normal - Mr. Nice Guy.
The whole fame and fortune thing is addictive.
Even now I can't stand being recognized in the street. I just hate it when strangers come up and try to talk to me. I'm pathologically shy.
I've gradually grown more comfortable with who I am and what I am.
I've had a blessed career, and that has been acknowledged in many ways over the years.
If you think before you speak the other guy gets his joke in first.
The older I've got, the easier I've found it to accept myself. I think I've finally learnt not to beat myself up so much.
I couldn't make sense of things. But then I began the process of civilising myself and trying to become a decent human being. I'm still working on it.
I haven't got the kind of discipline where I can turn my emotion inside out and then just switch off. It affects me fairly profoundly and I don't like putting myself through that kind of mincer every day.
I went from being totally unknown to getting stopped every time I went out. I always wanted to be successful, but I have never wanted to become a celebrity. I never, ever, craved that.