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

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

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

Paper Moon didn't bring me love.

When someone was hitting me, or like sexually molesting me, it just seemed normal to continue to do that to myself.

Things with my dad were pretty good until I won an Academy Award. He was really loving to me until I got more attention than he did. Then he hated me.

I think all of us feel like we're a bit on show, all the time.