Have you ever analyzed things to the degree where you can’t really remember the difference between what’s real and what you’ve created in your head?

While I was girl of the year and superstar and all that crap, everything I did was really...motivated by psychological disturbance.

It's like my having to walk down thousands and thousands of white marble stairs...and nothing but a very very blue sky, very blue...and I'd have to walk down them forever. I never thought about going up...Don't you think that must mean something?

I'm afraid of habit patterns...It would be too much of a routine if you had to establish definite ways of getting through things. You'd get very bored.

Why do people stop developing, or, like they stop the way you can rate their, psychologically, their development? Where they stop, and just from being children to maybe stopping at a very adolescent age, and they stay there until they die. Physically die. I mean, they react adolescently. They don't change. They don't develop. They don't — it's that continual read, that process which is is the total threat for the ego.

I'll have to put more earrings on. I bet that someone could analyze me and tell my condition by my earrings.

You have to put up with the risk of being misunderstood if you are going to try to communicate.