Things get so sloppy when you're under the influence.
I've triumphed over addiction.
I've stood my ground in life, alone, even against overwhelming forces with the might and money to crush me.
I've overcome physical and mental brutality - and fought back.
I felt privileged to be a facet of such a jewel in the crown of American cinema.
I do take responsibility for it. I admit to having a problem. I have been to numerous treatment centers.
Certain struggles never end.
I have a temper, but I wouldn't call me abusive.
I think all of us feel like we're a bit on show, all the time.
Griffin, my brother, 11 months younger, was sometimes the victim of my father's fury - once Ryan famously knocked out his teeth.
I was punished for blowing the whistle on my father's lifestyle.
When someone was hitting me, or like sexually molesting me, it just seemed normal to continue to do that to myself.
Ryan finally came to my rescue. He'd thought working together in Paper Moon would help us bond.
Paper Moon didn't bring me love.
As Peter Bogdanovich would say of Paper Moon Ryan's wonderful in it, and he sat there and watched the kid steal the picture.
The more love I craved, the more distant and abusive he grew. The role I longed to play was never written into Ryan's script daughter.
I remained Ryan's companion on the Hollywood party circuit, growing inured to sex and drugs before I was in my teens.
My children forgave me at a time when I could barely forgive myself.
Ryan is my bridge to the past, to memories that lose some of their sting when he recounts them.
Things with my dad were pretty good until I won an Academy Award. He was really loving to me until I got more attention than he did. Then he hated me.
I've purged myself of bitterness and anger and remained open to love.
I never dreamed that shooting a film would be so hard. There was less regulation then of child actors' hours. Even the concept of acting confused me.
I've overcome neglect and deprivation, abandonment and abuse.