It was a free-for-all with music when I was growing up. My mother was a huge music fanatic so I was listening to everything from country to heavy metal to Indigo Girls to Elton John. I guess when I was really young I didn't like Willie Nelson, and she obviously loved him. Now I do too, I'm so thankful to her for playing his music nonstop.

Not many people have had as much bad luck as I have, but not many people have had as much good luck, either.

I didn't know whether I'd be attractive to anybody.

I talk about airplanes and things like that while my scars are on clear view.

Life can very genuinely and realistically pile things on. It doesn't dole out the heartache and pain, or joy, perfectly.

My age makes all my wrinkles and gray hair make sense.

I am just at tragedy right now.