Well, I Think Part Of My Gift,

In My Lowest Moments, The Only Reason I Didn't Commit Suicide Was That I Knew I Wouldn't Be Able To Drink Any More If I Was Dead.

I Just Like The Company Of Beautiful Women. I Have A Weakness In That Department. And I Suppose Because I Am Fairly Well Off And A Famous Musician, I'm Up For Grabs. And That Makes Me An Eligible Bachelor In The Press.

Lately I've Been Running On Faith.

I Always Respected That B.b. Sees Music In A Very Open, Free Way.

My Selective Memory Of What Drinking Was Like Told Me That Standing At The Bar In A Pub, On A Summer's Evening With A Long, Tall Glass Of Lager And Lime Was Heaven, And I Chose Not To Remember The Nights On Which I Had Sat With A Bottle Of Vodka, A Gram Of Coke And A Shotgun, Contemplating Suicide.