I dropped out of NYU, moved out of my parent's house, got my own place, and survived on my own. I made music and worked my way from the bottom up.
I just know that it's smart for my career to carve my own path and do my own thing.
I had no idea that mothering my own child would be so healing to my own sadness from my childhood.
When I'm left on my own I'm my own worst enemy.
I have my own religious bond with the God in my own head.
My own cabaret is constantly evolving with what is occurring in my own life, so motherhood is a natural addition to it.
I did my own music videos, my own TV commercials.
I'm working on my own work, my own publishing company.
I formed my own studio, carried my own deficits, owned one-hundred percent of my negatives, and made a lot of mistakes, but we ended up being the third largest TV studio in Hollywood.
When I got into the music industry, I wasn't focused on being the most famous artist or even getting a major record deal. It was just to make music on my own terms or create my own image, do my own hair, do my own makeup.
Music, Rock and Roll music especially, is such a generational thing. Each generation must have their own music, I had my own in my generation, you have yours, everyone I know has their own generation.
I love the freedom of having my own space and my own place and doing things on my terms, and not really having to think about anybody else's schedule.
I write my own songs. I made my own videos. I pick my producers. Nothing goes out without my permission. It's all authentic.
I am my own experiment. I am my own work of art.
I am my own Universe, I my own Professor.
I was not pushed into the business by anything other than my own ambition and my own dream of wanting to act.
I'm my own person, and am trying to carve out a career on my own.
As much as they'll let me I do my own stunts and I do all my own fighting.
I am very hands on doing my own work, all my own stunt work.
I realized the only thing I owed my audience was my own judgment and my own best effort.
I just needed time alone with my own thoughts Got treasures in my mind but couldn’t open up my own vault
