If you don't want anyone to know anything about you, don't write anything.
It's sad when people break up.
I'm an air-conditioned gypsy.
I see a boy with his mother's ambition, performing for love, trained in submission.
I have to say that anger is the blanket that comes around me, and that blunts and blurs my sense of proportion.
I'm only interested in rites of passage stories.