I am good, but not an angel. I do sin, but I am not the devil. I am pretty, but not beautiful. I have friends, but I am not the peacemaker.

I lay in bed at night crying to myself. The only one who loved me and watched over me was someone I couldn't see or hear or touch.

There was my name up in lights. I said, 'God, somebody's made a mistake.' But there it was, in lights. And I sat there and said, 'Remember, you're not a star.' Yet there it was up in lights.

I used to get the feeling, and sometimes I still get it, that sometimes I was fooling somebody; I don't know who or what, maybe myself.

By nature, I suppose I have a languorous disposition

Maybe I’ll never be able to do what I hope to, but at least I have hope.

I was never happy as a child, so it wasn't something I took for granted.i did'nt grow up as an average, american child. An average child grows up with an expectation of being happy.