It's Neurotic Fat Women Who Hate Me--they're

I Like Creating Images.

Once I Was Walking From The Mercer In New York - Because Otherwise I Don't Walk Anywhere - And This Woman Paparazzo Who Was Following Me Fell Over A Fire Hydrant And Her Whole Tooth Went Through Her Lip. I Leant Over Her, Saying, 'are You All Right?' And She Was Still Taking Pictures.

I Was A Scapegoat. The Media Had To Put Responsibility On Somebody, And I Was Chosen. They Felt Free To Say That Because Someone Was Thin They Were Anorexic, Which Is Ridiculous.

I Don't Want To Be Myself, Ever. I'm Terrible At A Snapshot. Terrible. I Blink All The Time. I've Got Facial Tourette's. Unless I'm Working And In That Zone, I'm Not Very Good At Pictures, Really.

It Is Quite Amazing What I Didn't Feel After A While. I Didn't Really Want To Feel Things.