From a nobody, I seem to have become a celebrity of sorts overnight. I am dumbstruck and overwhelmed.
In 1919 I woke up famous. I'd never guessed it. If I'd known I was famous, I'd have stolen away and wept. I was stupid. I was supposed to be intelligent. I was sensitive and very dumb.
We became somewhat household names really quickly, within a matter of - what? - three, four months. So it's hard to get used to, and it's really sometimes hard to understand.
Being a teen idol or being a heartthrob on all the magazines, with Shaun Cassidy, Leif Garrett, and Scott Baio - it was embarrassing! I never understood it. I mean, why me? I never really got it.
I went from living my life anonymously for 58 years to being a public figure known globally in a matter of minutes.
I don't believe in becoming famous overnight.
It's a bit startling to achieve global recognition before the age of 30, on account of your sister, brother in law and your bottom.
I grew up in a family where no one had written a newspaper or magazine article about anybody in my family for a hundred years, right? Then, all of a sudden, we're getting one millennium's worth of media attention in six months.
I can assure you that it feels even stranger to me than it probably does to you to have seen so much written about me when I have done so little to paint a picture of myself.
I literally was famous before I knew my own name.
