Better a thousand enemies outside the house than one inside.
See Lyndon Johnson's remark about J. Edgar Hoover for a modern extrapolation.
Take a look at my family, a different father every weekend.
When I was growing up, I never felt that I belonged anywhere because we never lived in a house for more than three months. That's all I knew, and that's why I don't really belong anywhere.
I grew up without a father, who was kept a mystery to me. There was a sense of uprootedness, things being one day here and the next day not; a sense anything could happen. Then, all of a sudden, my mother met my stepfather, and her life became happier, and my life changed, my name changed.
I had a really good childhood up until I was nine years old. Then a classic case of divorce really affected me and I moved back and forth between relatives all the time. And I just became extremely depressed and withdrawn.
Even when my parents were together, they both had to travel and work, and it wasn't like they had nine-to-five jobs. In that way, it wasn't a normal family life.
A “good” family, it seems, is one that used to be better.
My father was a coach, so there was a lot of moving around, not having a base.
My father was a mean, controlling and manipulative person for most of his life. He was unpredictable and unstable. As a result, the atmosphere of our home was super-charged with fear because you never knew if what you did would make him mad or not.
I moved out when I was 17 to get away from a pretty tough and difficult family environment.
I had a gypsy upbringing, so I moved around all over the place and can't remember a street I grew up on.
I don't have a permanent place where I live. I'm in Atlanta about six or seven months out of the year. I gave up on my place in New York. I don't have a place in L.A., but sometimes when I go there for the hiatus, I stay in temporary housing. It's all over the place, and I don't know where I live!
Home wasn't a pleasant place to live, growing up.
I moved around a lot when I was a child; two of the houses I grew up in have totally disappeared. One was burnt in a riot, and the other was pulled down.
I was in, like, nine schools by ninth grade, so I moved a ton of times when I was younger.
I didn't have a happy childhood.
Well, I had the most appalling childhood.
I want kids to have a chance to dream of becoming something like I did in my life, and when you're living in a home that's dysfunctional and unhealthy that way, you don't dream like that.
I lived wherever my parents felt like making music, which had its ups and downs - I've had to move schools, but I've also seen a lot of amazing places and been on tour with my parents.
I was with my grandmother, while one of my brothers lived with my dad, and one lived with my mom. It wasn't a great situation. Acting was the one good thing I was involved in.
I didn't come from a background where I saw a lot of loving couples. All my aunts and uncles were either split up or fighting all the time. The only healthy relationships I saw were on TV.
I lived with my mother and father and brothers and sisters some of the time; some of the time, my mother and father were feuding, so my mother would take us to live in my grandmother's house.
I grew up in a very loud and dramatic household, and we loved being in the spotlight.
We moved 23 times before I was out of high school!
I had a big family - two older sisters and a younger brother. My family was like moving around a lot so I lived in a lot of small towns. My father was very restless.