I’ve purged myself of bitterness and anger and remained open to love.
– Tatum O’Neal
Paper Moon didn’t bring me love.
I think all of us feel like we’re a bit on show, all the time.
Certain struggles never end.
My children forgave me at a time when I could barely forgive myself.
The more love I craved, the more distant and abusive he grew. The role I longed to play was never written into Ryan’s script: daughter.
I do take responsibility for it. I admit to having a problem. I have been to numerous treatment centers.
I’ve stood my ground in life, alone, even against overwhelming forces with the might and money to crush me.
I have a temper, but I wouldn’t call me abusive.
I was punished for blowing the whistle on my father’s lifestyle.
I felt privileged to be a facet of such a jewel in the crown of American cinema.
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.
When someone was hitting me, or like sexually molesting me, it just seemed normal to continue to do that to myself.
Things get so sloppy when you’re under the influence.
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’ve triumphed over addiction.
Griffin, my brother, 11 months younger, was sometimes the victim of my father’s fury – once Ryan famously knocked out his teeth.
I’ve overcome neglect and deprivation, abandonment and abuse.
Things with my dad were pretty good until I won an Academy Award. He was really loving to me until I got more attention than he did. Then he hated me.
Ryan is my bridge to the past, to memories that lose some of their sting when he recounts them.
I remained Ryan’s companion on the Hollywood party circuit, growing inured to sex and drugs before I was in my teens.
Ryan finally came to my rescue. He’d thought working together in Paper Moon would help us bond.