When I was a teenager in New York, I was buying antique clothes. I still am.
I was raised on the streets, in hot, steamy Brooklyn, with stifled air.
I was kind of a wild child. I wasn't taught the niceties of life.
My biggest nightmare is I'm driving home and get sick and go to hospital. I say: 'Please help me.' And the people say: 'Hey, you look like...' And I'm dying while they're wondering whether I'm Barbra Streisand.
I can take any truth; just don't lie to me.
My mother never really thought I could become anything.