My children forgave me at a time when I could barely forgive myself.

When someone was hitting me, or like sexually molesting me, it just seemed normal to continue to do that to myself.

I've purged myself of bitterness and anger and remained open to love.

I have a temper, but I wouldn't call me abusive.

Paper Moon didn't bring me love.

I think all of us feel like we're a bit on show, all the time.