If my choice is to, I don’t know, be with a lot of men, or if I enjoy a really physical relationship, I don’t think that’s necessarily being anti-feminist. For me the argument of feminism never really should have come into the picture. Because I don’t know too much about the history of feminism, and so I’m not really a relevant person to bring into the conversation. Everything I was writing was so autobiographical, it could really only be a personal analysis.

I never stopped writing about what was actually going on in my life. There's nothing to hide.

A lot of what's been written about me is not true: of my family history or my choices or my interests. Actually, I've never read anything written about me that was true. It's been completely crazy.

Me and God we don't get along.

What other people think of me is none of my business. Sometimes, it hurts my feelings, but I have to just keep going.

I'm like a child who belongs to nobody.

When things get bad enough, your only resort is to lie in bed and start praying.