At one point, I didn't get out of bed for, I think, three months, and I went down to the bottom of the hill one day and I had to call somebody to get me to come back up - come pick me up because I couldn't physically walk up the hill.

I don't think I was really addicted. I used it as a party tool.

I have an unending desire to be better and make myself a better person, better mother.

Well, I don't throw things. This particular night I brought one from the floor so to speak, and he ended up getting a cut over his head, and the police came, took him to another side of the hotel, and that was like September 6, 1981.

By the time I get done with my fans and my music and my kids and my family and my fiance and my horses, well, they suffer too, but, I don't really have much time left to do anything else.

You can run for cover, you can run for help. You can run to your lover, but you can't ever run from yourself.

It's a good question, because to be believable is the only way that you could be successful.