My body is a journal in a way. It’s like what sailors used to do, where every tattoo meant something, a specific time in your life when you make a mark on yourself, whether you do it yourself with a knife or with a professional tattoo artist.

I don’t think I ever felt like an outsider. I just never felt like an insider. And I was never really interested in being one.

Money doesn’t buy you happiness. But it buys you a big enough yacht to sail right up to it.

Anything I’ve done up till May 27th 1999 was kind of an illusion, existing without living. My daughter, the birth of my daughter, gave me life.