I never dreamed that shooting a film would be so hard. There was less regulation then of child actors' hours. Even the concept of acting confused me.

I was punished for blowing the whistle on my father's lifestyle.

The more love I craved, the more distant and abusive he grew. The role I longed to play was never written into Ryan's script: daughter.

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

Certain struggles never end.

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

Paper Moon didn't bring me love.