I grew up knowing that I had the prettiest mother of anyone in my class.

Never love for me, only obsession.

You're not famous until you're a Pez dispenser.

All I can say is that when millions of plastic dolls of you are being sold each day and an equal number of teenage boys are masturbating over you each night, it's bound to do something screwy to your psyche.

I don't know about understood. I think that unless you are forced to understand - unless it is an issue of yours - you wouldn't bother to.

Good anecdote--bad reality.

There are very few women from my mother's generation who worked like that, who just kept a career going all her life and raised children and had horrible relationships and lost all her money and got it back again.