some changes happen deep down inside of you. And the truth is, only you know about them. Maybe that's the way it's supposed to be.

Ideas seem to come from everywhere - my life, everything I see, hear, and read, and most of all, from my imagination. I have a lot of imagination.

The truth will make you odd.

You've got to enjoy whatever you can and forget about the rest.

It's strange, but when it comes right down to it I never do fall apart--even when I'm sure I will.

I was Little Miss Perfect. That's where all the secrets come in, because you know damn well you are not perfect, but you think your parents want you to be. And so you pretend.

It's so amazing. I mean talk about sexuality changing.