When I looked into her eyes, I saw an invisible spirit of something that I already loved.

It's weird, I was such a survivor and so wanted to be a part of life while I was trying to snuff out the life that was inside of me. I had this duality of trying to kill myself with drugs, then eating really good food and exercising and going swimming and trying to be a part of life. I was always going back and forth on some level.

Sometimes life's so much cooler when you just don't know any better and all the painful lessons have not hammered your head open yet.

I was a little self-centered gutter punk in the early 1980s and all I wanted to do was diss everybody.

Just the kind of girl I liked—the weirdo in the bunch.

I think I'm still figuring out how to be a little less selfish.

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.