When It Comes To Gossip, I Have

When You're Famous You Kind Of Run Into Human Nature In A Raw Kind Of Way. It Stirs Up Envy, Fame Does.

I Lay In Bed At Night Crying To Myself. The Only One Who Loved Me And Watched Over Me Was Someone I Couldn't See Or Hear Or Touch.

Of Course, It Does Depend On The People, But Sometimes I'm Invited Places To Kind Of Brighten Up A Dinner Table Like A Musician Who'll Play The Piano After Dinner, And I Know You're Not Really Invited For Yourself. You're Just An Ornament.

All My Stepchildren Carried The Burden Of My Fame. Sometimes They Would Read Terrible Things About Me, And I'd Worry About Whether It Would Hurt Them. I Would Tell Them: 'don't Hide These Things From Me. I'd Rather You Ask Me These Things Straight Out, And I'll Answer All Your Questions.'

It's Often Just Enough To Be With Someone. I Don't Need To Touch Them. Not Even Talk. A Feeling Passes Between You Both. You're Not Alone.