I've purged myself of bitterness and anger and remained open to love.
Paper Moon didn't bring me love.
I remained Ryan's companion on the Hollywood party circuit, growing inured to sex and drugs before I was in my teens.
I have a temper, but I wouldn't call me abusive.
My children forgave me at a time when I could barely forgive myself.
Things get so sloppy when you're under the influence.
Griffin, my brother, 11 months younger, was sometimes the victim of my father's fury - once Ryan famously knocked out his teeth.
I felt privileged to be a facet of such a jewel in the crown of American cinema.
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.
As Peter Bogdanovich would say of Paper Moon: Ryan's wonderful in it, and he sat there and watched the kid steal the picture.
I've overcome physical and mental brutality - and fought back.
Certain struggles never end.
I do take responsibility for it. I admit to having a problem. I have been to numerous treatment centers.
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 think all of us feel like we're a bit on show, all the time.
I was punished for blowing the whistle on my father's lifestyle.
I've overcome neglect and deprivation, abandonment and abuse.
Ryan finally came to my rescue. He'd thought working together in Paper Moon would help us bond.
Ryan is my bridge to the past, to memories that lose some of their sting when he recounts them.
