I don't understand why God took him and didn't take me.

It's very expensive to be me. It's terrible the things I have to do to be me.

Men don't even ask me out. I can't remember the last time I was asked out on a date, and I'm talking years here. I spend my life more and more alone.

Vickie Lynn Hogan is my birth certificate's name.

A ghost would crawl up my leg and have sex with me at an apartment a long time ago in Texas. I used to think it was my boyfriend, and one day I woke up and it wasn't. I was freaked out about it, but then I was, like, 'Well, you know what? He's never hurt me and he just gave me some amazing sex, so I have no problem.

If I have another child, I doubt I'll get married again. I don't think men particularly want to be with me.

I want to be the new Marilyn Monroe and find my own Clark Gable.