My life is not unlike Truman's. I can't go anywhere.

My mother was a professional sick person; she took a lot of pain pills. There are many people like that. It's just how they are used to getting attention. I always remember she's the daughter of alcoholics who'd leave her alone at Christmas time.

My report card always said, 'Jim finishes first and then disrupts the other students'.

My dad was like a stage mother he always pushed me to do what I wanted.

I wake up some mornings and sit and have my coffee and look out at my beautiful garden, and I go, 'Remember how good this is. Because you can lose it.'

I just want to be myself.

I love playing ego and insecurity combined.

I need privacy. I would think that because what I do makes a lot of people happy that I might deserve a little bit of respect in return. Instead, the papers try to drag me off my pedestal.

I praticed making faces in the mirror and it would drive my mother crazy. She used to scare me by saying that I was going to see the devil if I kept looking in the mirror. That fascinated me even more, of course.

I really believe in the philosophy that you create your own universe. I'm just trying to create a good one for myself.

I really want to love somebody. I do. I just don't know if it's possible forever and ever.

I refuse to feel guilty. I feel guilty about too much in my life but not about money. I went through periods when I had nothing, so somebody in my family has to get stinkin' wealthy.

I tend to stay up late, not because I'm partying but because it's the only time of the day when I'm alone and don't have to be performing.

I think I could go away tomorrow. I've already accomplished something. It's such a selfish business that sometimes I get sick of myself.

It is better to risk starving to death then surrender. If you give up on your dreams, what's left?