When you're used to being healthy and strong and vibrant and everything and then - bang - overnight you're desperately ill, it's frightening.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
It's no longer a question of staying healthy. It's a question of finding a sickness you like.
I can't ever seem to shake the feeling that when things are really good it essentially means that things are going to go really bad. When I feel calm and settled, there is always an underlying feeling of impending doom... I don't think that it's healthy.
My fears are agitated to an extreme degree and the dread of death involves me in a stupor of chilling indisposition.
Illness transforms the things you most fear into the things you crave and would hold onto if you could.
Worry makes you sick. Worry less, live as long as you like.
I'm terrified I'm about to die, or that all the people I love are about to die, every second of every day.
Sometimes it takes a wake-up call, doesn't it, to alert us to the fact that we're hurrying through our lives instead of actually living them; that we're living the fast life instead of the good life. And I think, for many people, that wake-up call takes the form of an illness.
You are never so alone as when you are ill on stage. The most nightmarish feeling in the world is suddenly to feel like throwing up in front of four thousand people.
You have come to a stage where you almost have to work on yourself. You know, on finding some tranquility with which to respond to these things, because I realize that the biggest risk that many of us run is beginning to get inured to the horrors.
It's a wonderful thing to be optimistic. It keeps you healthy and it keeps you resilient.