~ If there's anything I really want, it's privacy. It's the island idea.
~ I can remember when I finished Edward Scissorhands, looking in the
mirror as the girl was doing my make-up for the last time and thinking, it
was like the 90th or 89th day of shooting and I remember looking and going
'Wow, this is it. I'm saying goodbye to this guy, I'm saying goodbye to
Edward Scissorhands.' You know, it was kind of sad. But in fact, I think
they're all still somehow in there.
~ Another instance of not being allowed to be normal. I was having a bad
day. I think we all have those, but if somebody else does what I did it's not
usually in the news. A security guy came to my door, and I said, basically,
"I'm sorry, I broke some things. I'll repay you." But that's not good enough.
I go to jail. And the next day this gets equal billing with the invasion of
Haiti, me beating up a hotel room. Imagine if I had hit somebody.
~ I read that I was in bed with her, which is a ton of shit. I have met her
and it went like this: 'How do you do?' 'Hello, how are you?' Now when
anyone asks about my affair with Madonna I say no, wrong --it was the
Pope. He swept me off my feet.
~ When something heavy happens and nine out of ten magazines turn it into
a fucking vulture rest. They turn you into something sick.
~ It would be interesting to think that we're sitting here in the flesh when in
fact we're surrounded by many, many spirits just whirling and whizzing in
and out and in-between us. It's an interesting idea. I've always thought that,
in fact someone, somewhere must have been steering my boat that I'm on...
~ I closed the club for a few nights. To get out of the way so River's fans
could bring messages, bring flowers. And I got angry. I made a statement to
the press: 'Fuck you. I will not be disrespectful to River's memory. I will not
participate in your fucking circus.' |
