I Was Reading All These

Nudity In The Flesh Doesn't Bother Me. But Having My Mind Uncovered - That Scares The Hell Out Of Me.

I Still Get Stopped By Those Freaky Fundamentalists Going "oh, I'm So Glad You Did Tribulation." And I Wanna Go, "don't Count Me Into Your Group, Honeybuns. I'm Not One Of You."

I Guess I Came To Terms With My Demons. Or Else I'd Be In Big Trouble, Wouldn't I? Horrifying As It Was To Crack Up In The Public Eye, It Made Me Look At Myself And Fix It. People Were Exploitative; That's Human Nature. I'll Tell You, Being Pretty Crazy While Being Chased By The National Enquirer Is Not Good. The British Tabloids Were The Worst. But You Take The Cards You're Dealt, And I Got Better. I'm Now Ferociously Healthy In Body And Mind. You Couldn't Pay Me To Go Near A Psychiatrist Again. Stopping Seeing Them Was My First Step To Getting Well.

I Do Remember When I First Read The Script Of The 92 In The Shade. I Was In The House At Nicholas Beach, And That Gang Was Starting To Break Up, And I Read This Terribly Well-written Dialogue, Not Figuring Out That Films Are About Structure And The Thing Was Totally Unstructured, And I Thought, "who Is This Writer? God, He's Great."

I Liked The Fact That Lois Was One Person With Clark And Another With Superman. I Think That, As Women, We Do That A Lot When We Fall In Love.