I was an illegitimate, well, I still am an illegitimate child.

I am the last of the Mohicans, the creme de la creme of cabaret.

I am learning all the time. The tombstone will be my diploma.

Even as a child, I found a way to survive.

I am a mother and I know the feeling of having a baby come out of my gut.

I punish myself more than anybody else does if I am stupid about my actions, and I suffer, really suffer.