My whole life, people have been saying, "Why are you so angry?"

My career has been: first you have to prove yourself, then there's the sophomore record, then there's this thing and that thing, and you always want to be understood.

I would never kill myself, but you can kind of let yourself die.

I've been a bad, bad girl - I've been careless with a delicate man.

When you're famous weird things will happen that end up hurting your feelings. I'll get a letter from somebody I knew a while ago and I'll be really touched. Then I'll turn over the envelope and their business card falls out.

I'm not a functional person because I don't go on lunch dates with friends. I hear about people having dinner parties but I never do that. I'm not really human.

How can I ask anyone to love me when all I do is beg to be left alone?