Humans Were Always Surprising Me.

I Got Famous In My 30s. I Already Had A Real Life And Kids And Responsibilities, Like Laundry And Cleaning Bathrooms. It's Hard Not Be Grounded When You Have That. I Think, If You Get Super-famous And Everyone Tells You You're Wonderful When You're 12, It's Probably A Lot Harder.

Like Everything In Life, I Just Had To Decide What To Do With What I Was Given.

Making Decisions Was The Painful Part For Me, The Part I Agonized Over. But Once The Decision Was Made, I Simply Followed Through—usually With Relief That The Choice Was Made. Sometimes The Relief Was Tainted By Despair, Like My Decision To Come To Forks. But It Was Still Better Than Wrestling With The Alternatives.

You Don’t Have Anything Like This. For Crying Out Loud, You Only Own One Skirt!

My Life And His Were Twisted Into A Single Strand. Cut One, And You Cut Both. If He Were Gone, I Would Not Be Able To Live Through That. If I Were Gone, He Wouldn't Live Through It, Either.