My First Thoughts Are That I Should

Everywhere I Go I Smell Fresh Paint.

I Have A Woman's Instinct And It's Always A Good One.

My God. What's Happened?

You Have So Much Pain Inside Yourself That You Try & Hurt Yourself On The Outside Because You Want Help.

The Press Is Ferocious. It Forgives Nothing, It Only Hunts For Mistakes . . . In My Position Anyone Sane Would Have Left A Long Time Ago.