I have just enough attention to feel glamorous and important.

That's why they call it work, because it's not what you'd prefer to do with your free time.

When I really young yet feeling very old, I offered up a lot of myself to the press; I knew it was good copy.

I don't want to live in a bubble, in my craft or in the world... I can't, I would be cheating myself out of my generation and the world we live in.

If people knew what made hits they'd make more of them, so to have the illusion of control over one's career isn't something I can even pretend to have.

Catholics have guilt and Jews have guilt, fine. But mothers can trump them all.

So now I'm left with cigarettes, and I'm trying to scrape that off my shoe and then I'll be done.