Lying Became Part Of My Life. I

The Feeling Of Arms Around Me, Of Love In My Heart, It Was More Powerful Than Any Of The Negativity I Knew Was Existing In The World For Me. That Feeling Of Love Killed It All.

You Only Live Once, Buy Picassos Whenever Possible.

Ive Never Had Any Interest At All In Being A Journalist Or Writing Some Sort Of Historically Accurate Autobiography.

I Hadn't Learned Yet That Everybody's Locked Up Some Way Or Other. That's How Life Is We're All Imprisoned By Something.

Coming After All The Bullshit Related To A Million Little Pieces, Nobody Was Expecting Anything From Me. No Publisher, No Agent, No One. Just Me And The Book. It Was Great.