My parents used to throw great New Year's Eve parties. They invited such an eclectic mix of showbiz people. All those cool people were always hanging out at our apartment.

I started out by believing God for a newer car than the one I was driving. I started out believing God for a nicer apartment than I had. Then I moved up.

I like to put on hardcore when I have to clean my apartment which I hate to do but it's motivational. I like old heavy metal when I'm outside working on my car. Music has definite functions for me.

It just seemed too weird to me. I don't know maybe they were smoking a joint in the car downstairs from their parents' apartment. I had to go that far to put together a scenario of how they could have possibly recognized me.

After a few months in my parents' basement I took an apartment near the state university where I discovered both crystal methamphetamine and conceptual art. Either one of these things are dangerous but in combination they have the potential to destroy entire civilizations.

To be able to sit in Donald Trump's apartment and talk about the future of corporate real estate was amazing.

For the first time I lived alone... in a luxury apartment on Sunset Strip. For a few days I loved the idea but I got lonely and restless.

I'm a teenager but I'm independent - I have my own apartment I have my own life. And I think I have learned more than any of those teenagers have in school. I learned to be responsible leaving my family and coming here alone.

I have to be alone very often. I'd be quite happy if I spent from Saturday night until Monday morning alone in my apartment. That's how I refuel.

Think back to yourself at age 18. I know I was mighty different than the Patti I am today. As we grow up we grow out of our haircuts our apartments and - often times - our romantic decisions.