I've overcome neglect and deprivation, abandonment and abuse.

I've triumphed over addiction.

As Peter Bogdanovich would say of Paper Moon: Ryan's wonderful in it, and he sat there and watched the kid steal the picture.

I've purged myself of bitterness and anger and remained open to love.

Griffin, my brother, 11 months younger, was sometimes the victim of my father's fury - once Ryan famously knocked out his teeth.

Things get so sloppy when you're under the influence.

I have a temper, but I wouldn't call me abusive.