I Don't Like My Face. I Don't

In The Fifties, My Parents Were Known As 'america's Sweethearts'. Their Pictures Graced The Covers Of All The Newspapers. They Were The Brad Pitt And Jennifer Aniston Of Their Day.

All I Can Say Is That When Millions Of Plastic Dolls Of You Are Being Sold Each Day And An Equal Number Of Teenage Boys Are Masturbating Over You Each Night, It's Bound To Do Something Screwy To Your Psyche.

No, As It Turns Out, I Really Like Being Congratulated On My Weight Loss. I Like It So Much, It's Tragic.

[my Grandparents] Were From Texas. El Paso. White Trash.

Happy Is One Of The Many Things I'm Likely To Be Over The Course Of A Day And Certainly Over The Course Of A Lifetime. But I Think If You Have The Expectation That You're Going To Be Happy Throughout Your Life--more To The Point, If You Have A Need To Be Comfortable All The Time--well, Among Other Things, You Have The Makings Of A Classic Drug Addict Or Alcoholic.