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

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

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

My children forgave me at a time when I could barely forgive myself.

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

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.