Dammit, don't you dare ask God to help me!

Send me flowers while I'm alive. They won't do me a damn bit of good after I'm dead.

I'd like to think every director I've worked with has fallen in love with me, I know Dorothy Arzner did.

My tears speak for me.

I used to wash my hands every ten minutes. I couldn't step out of the house unless I had gloves on. I wouldn't smoke a cigarette unless I opened the pack myself, and I would never use another cigarette out of that pack if someone else had touched it.

I remember most clearly when a teenage Christopher spat in my face. He said, "I hate you". It's pretty hard to overlook that. I couldn't.

Dammit, don't you dare ask God to help me!