Let me tell you something - being thought of as a beautiful woman has spared me nothing in life. No heartache, no trouble. Love has been difficult. Beauty is essentially meaningless and it is always transitory.
I know that I will never find my father in any other man who comes into my life, because it is a void in my life that can only be filled by him.
There's a place in me that can really relate to being the underdog.
You think you know what love is - until you have a child and discover that unconditional mother love.
I don't know why, but I respond well to tortured characters.
By the time I left school, I had a lot of tenacity.
