I can understand other people's situations in their own terms, but I still can't understand mine.

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

I'm greedy; I'd like to keep most of it for myself and a few others, a few of my friends . . . to keep that superlative high, just on the cusp of each day . . . so that I'd radiate sunshine.

I think drugs are like strawberries and peaches.

It's sort of like a mockery in a way of reality because they think everything is smiles and sweetness and flowers when there is something bitter to taste. And to pretend there isn't is foolish. I mean the ones that wonder around and know, at the same time, and yet wear flowers, and they deserve to wear flowers. And they've earned their smile...you can tell by people's eyes.

I came to New York to see what I could see - that's from a children's book, isn't it? - and to find the living part.

I lived a very isolated life. When you start at 20, you have a lot of nonsense to work out of your system.