Everyone's projecting onto you, or you feel like everyone is judging you. I feel like I'm being judged a lot of the time. You become really self-conscious.

All of a sudden I was living what is perceived to be the model life. It was just full-on, 24 hours a day. It was work all the time. And there's always a party to go to.

There was a point when it all really took off and got quite overwhelming, even though I didn't realize it.

Well, I met Frank Sinatra and Bob Dylan in the space of 15 minutes. Frank Sinatra kissed me on the lips. He kissed me on the lips. And then he gave me a filterless cigarette. And then I met Bob Dylan. I came off all lightheaded and had to go sit on his dressing-room steps.

You try and remember, but it never works.

It sounds really corny but I think that if you're beautiful inside it shows on the outside, for sure.

I have a dress-up chest at home. I love to create this fantasy kind of thing.