I must be allowed to be as I am.
There is a danger of changing too much in the search for perfection.
There was a time when the music fell silent. Both within me and around me.
My path has not been determined. I shall have more experiences and pass many more milestones.
This idea of trying to repeat a success doesn't interest me. It's only really done to make money.
I may have aimed too high sometimes, asked too much of myself and demanded too little from those around me.
I can spot empty flattery and know exactly where I stand. In the end it's really only my own approval or disapproval that means anything.
It's strange that the newspapers don't see a connection between their false revelations about my private life and my need for seclusion and security.
When I'm living in the world of luxury and celebrity, which is where I found myself for a large part of my life, it's a walk-on part. Not a vital necessity, like it is for so many people. I enjoy it but I can see right through it!
I have always had strong maternal instincts. Even when I was still a child I cut out pictures of prams from newspapers and imagined the feeling of pushing my own pram through fresh winter snow and seeing the wheels' tracks behind me in the snow.