What I did suffer when I was young was because I was sort of a hick coming into New York City. I was made fun of by a lot of the Factory people. Even Andy Warhol thought I was a hick.

Adoption was something that was always under my skin, that I knew would be a part of my life, and, when I decided to start filing, it was very clear. It was like I knew that this was exactly what it needed to be. So then you go through the process, and it's tough. It's not the easiest process - and then again, I've never liked things too easy in life. But it emotionally knocks you out.

I am thrilled. I love movies. I don't have those nagging, regretful feelings about either of them, it is a miracle.

I don't exercise. I'm skinny-fat. I worry about being too skinny.

Look at a picture of me before I was 15. I am a boy. I wore my brother's clothes, dude!

I don't know who said it, but it really kind of hit me hard in the stomach: "The only difference between all of us is that some of us were loved and some of us weren't."

Things don't happen for no reason.