Paris Hilton Memoir Quotes

Know your worth, girls. You’re not lucky to be at the party; the party is lucky to have you. Apply as needed to relationships, jobs, and family.

It's humbling to be reminded that no matter how big your life is, you are still a speck of dust that can be swept off this earth in half a second.

Don’t waste energy living a life someone else designed for you. Life is one per customer. Let them do theirs. You do yours.

Some friendships just have their seasons, and that's ok.

The people who hurt you don’t get the last word. You get to tell the story of you, and “your story has more power than you can imagine.

There are so many young women who need to hear this story. I don't want them to learn from my mistakes; I want them to stop hating themselves for mistakes of their own. I want them to laugh and see that they do have a voice and their own brand of intelligence and, girl, fuck fitting in.

Here’s what I believe: Your reality is totally up for grabs; if you don’t create your own life, someone else will create something based on their own agenda and project that on you. Don’t let them do it, my loves. Don’t let them tell you that their something is bigger than your everything.

True sophistication is the ability to fit in anywhere, because you have a broad understanding of and respect for all kinds of people.

I’m just saying, grace is available to all of us if we make it available to each other.

One priceless bit of advice my great-grandfather fave my grandfather, and my grandfather gave me: "Success is never final. Failure is never fatal.

The rise of selfie culture isn’t about vanity; it’s about women taking back control of our images—and our self-images. I don’t think that’s a bad thing. Discuss amongst yourselves.

Trauma often robs a person of the surrounding memories—which is inconvenient, but merciful

Secrets are corrosive. Secrets destroy anything you try to layer over them. It’s like using concealer to cover a black eye. You can hide it, but that’s not the same as healing.

Girl-shaming as a sport and industry needs to be over.

I don’t choose to revisit that which is divisive. I’m only interested in that which is healing.

There is a hierarchy, and these are the rules in my family: If you don’t talk about a thing, it’s not a problem. If you hide how deeply something hurt you, it didn’t happen. If you pretend not to notice how deeply you hurt someone else, you don’t have to feel bad about it.

True sophistication is the ability to fit in anywhere because you have a broad understanding of and respect for all kinds of people.

I know we’re supposed to spin terrible things to make it sound like they were actually good, but that’s bullshit. That heart attack did not save your life. Cancer is not a gift. Your abuser did not give you strength. Terrible things are terrible. Let’s just acknowledge it. If you found strength, wisdom, or a new way of thinking, that’s awesome, but notice that the strength, wisdom, and new worldview came out of you, which means it was all there inside you to begin with.

When you endure horror day after day, month after month, it becomes normalized. I built high stone walls around my heart—walls that no one could break through or climb over for more than twenty years. My MO was to not think about it, not talk about it. Don’t feed the beast. Don’t give it any oxygen. It’ll go away. For a long time, I made that work, but every now and then, some random thing would trigger a flood of memory and anxiety and crush my soul all over again.

Every eighth-grade girl is rare and precious. Every eighth-grade girl is a treasure, like a priceless work of art, so you’d like to think that every eighth-grade teacher will be like a security guard in an art gallery. He’s not there to enjoy the beauty; he’s there to protect it. He’s there to enforce the rules, and Rule Number One is: DO. NOT. TOUCH. Keep your fingers, lips, and man bits off the masterpieces. It should be obvious that the Girl with a Pearl Earring deserves a chance to smile her wistful smile without some creepy guy feeling her up. Because damage to that precious work of art can be hidden, but it can never be undone.

Time is the most valuable natural resource we have.

There are so many young women who need to hear this story. I don’t want them to learn from my mistakes; I want them to stop hating themselves for mistakes of their own. I want them to laugh and see that they do have a voice and their own brand of intelligence and, girl, fuck fitting in.

Know your worth, girls. You're not lucky to be at the party, the party is lucky to have you. Apply as needed to relationships, jobs, and family.

Our kryptonite is boredom,” said Dr. Hallowell. “If stimulation doesn’t occur, we create it. We self-medicate with adrenaline.

The rise of selfie culture isn’t about vanity; it’s about women taking back control of our images—and our self-images. I don’t think that’s a bad thing.

The people who hurt you don’t get the last word. You get to tell the story of you, and your story has more power than you can imagine.

Intrusive thoughts are my nemesis, cutting through my joy

I felt that lightning bolt you feel when someone speaks a hard truth you’ve always known but never heard anyone say out loud.

Follow your curiosity. It's calling you toward your true purpose.

Girls like me assumed we’d be judged and belittled, we expected girls to be sexualised and then condemned for their sexuality, punished for both silence and speaking out, told we should accept responsibility for our choices and then called crazy or stupid or slutty if we didn’t live by the rules other people chose for us.

It should be obvious that the Girl with a Pearl Earring deserves a chance to smile her wistful smile without some creepy guy feeling her up. Because damage to that precious work of art can be hidden, but it can never be undone. My

Doing advocacy work in the troubled-teen space has taught me the toxic nature of silence and shame, and looking back, I see myself trying so hard to reestablish ownership of my body, to reclaim what was natural and good in me, and that made a lot of people so uncomfortable, they didn’t look beyond it or wonder, “What’s really going on with this kid?

MUSIC CUE: Ultra Naté, “Free

Modesty was a luxury I learned to do without.

she knows the truth: being free and facing the world with all its monsters is better than being safe and leaving your life unlived.

Fundamentally, I’ve always been shy—an extroverted introvert,overcompensating with performative social-butterfly behavior.

Maybe if one of them had told someone, it wouldn't have happened to me. And maybe if I had told someone, it wouldn't have happened to someone else.

Follow your curiosity. It’s calling you toward your true purpose.

Skin care. Seriously. If you take nothing else from my story, receive this: Skin care is sacred. Most women who did coke back in the 1990s looked beat by the mid-aughts. That was a strong deterrent for me. I won’t say I never tried it, but I wasn’t about to sacrifice my complexion for it. Same with cigarettes. You may as well hit yourself in the face with a shovel.

I try not to think about how easily I slipped through a crack in the floor. It’s like, if you were walking down the street with your friends, and suddenly one of them slipped down an open manhole, you’d notice, wouldn’t you? I certainly would! I mean . . . I think I would. I hope I would. Or maybe we’re all so focused straight ahead, people slip away when we’re not looking.

If the rest of the world says you're obnoxious or stupid or just not braining right, loving yourself is an act of rebellion, which is beautiful but exhausting, especially if you're a little kid.

What I did as an influencer was strap a jet pack on the idea that I—the person in the photograph—deserve to benefit from that image more than people who create and sell images of me without my consent.

Things like what happened to me don’t happen in a vacuum. Somewhere, I’m certain, there are many other women trying to forget the bad dream of that apartment. Maybe if one of them had told someone, it wouldn’t have happened to me. And maybe if I had told someone, it wouldn’t have happened to somebody else. That’s why I’m telling you now. Because shame is dangerous. Poisonous. And not just for those who carry it.

I took my cue from Mom and stuck to that story. I was happy to cast her and Dad as vigilant, fully present parents. That’s who they wanted to be. That’s who they are: the parents who would go to the ends of the earth for their children. Only in my case, they went to the wrong end.

Casting him in the role of child molester meant casting myself in the role of victim, and I just couldn’t go there. I couldn’t accept that all his praises—all those affirmations an eighth-grade girl desperately needs to hear—came from a place of malevolence, and I was stupid and vain enough to buy it.

But can we talk about Euphoria the show for a minute? I mean, first of all, Zendaya is everything, but that show so gorgeously captures the thrashing, beautiful, frustrated, sensual, stupid, fun, crazy, sexy, dangerous, dazzling meaning of young adulthood unleashed. I hope people watch it and go, “Oh, yeah, maybe my kid’s not as out of bounds as I thought she was. And maybe the world my kids are growing up in is a bit more complicated than the Blockbuster Video family-friendly aisle I grew up in.

The primary disadvantage of ADHD is that people around you are often inconvenienced, weirded out, or hurt by your behavior, so you're constantly getting judged and punished, which makes you feel like shit. Suicidal ideation is higher in people with ADHD. Self-loathing and self-medication are endemic. If the rest of the world says you're obnoxious or stupid or just not braining right, loving yourself is an act of rebellion, which is beautiful but exhausting, especially if you're a little kid. With that needy little kid always inside you, your life becomes an epic quest for love--or whatever feels like love in the moment.

I spent the rest of the night researching this guy.

The first thing I did was dye my hair back to a Barbie platinum. (I’m a natural blonde, if you don’t count hair color.)

Nicky and I were devastated. We adored Princess Diana. Now she was in Heaven with Marilyn, forever young, forever perfect. We didn’t stop to wonder why everyone wants women to stay young if dying is the only way to do it.

These extraordinary measures were not about me being treated the same as other people; they were about me being treated worse.

the backs of my heels were raw with weeping blisters

Never regret anything, because at one time it was exactly what you wanted. MARILYN MONROE

Ultra Naté, “Free

Hotel Venus,

It also upset me that the episode graphically portrays Tinkerbell being shot and killed. The thought of that made me sick. I’ve been involved in some pretty edgy media, but I don’t even know where something like that comes from.

Your reality is totally up for grabs. If you don't create your own life, someone else will create something based on their own agenda and project that onto you, Don't let them do that, my loves. Don't let them tell you that their something is better than your everything.

Disruption is scary for people who lack imagination. And terrifying for people who hold onto the old school power structure. They don't like the idea that the future belongs to those of us who are a little mad

You are a stupid child who was deceived, used, and thrown away like garbage.” or “You are an irresistible siren whose beauty and allure have the power to change someone’s mind, sway their soul, and alter their behavior.

I’m really proud of the vocal moments I found in that music. This soundtrack was insane—Rob Zombie, Guns N’ Roses, Shawn “Clown” Crahan from Slipknot. We had so much fun on the set. Lots of fun memories.

silence means assent”; if you don’t speak up when something is wrong, it’s the same as agreeing with it.

Comedy is not evergreen. We can’t change the past, so what’s crucial is that we change with the times.

I’m not always successful, but I am trying to follow her lead and allow for growth in people who’ve hurt me, and I’m hoping the people I’ve hurt will allow for continuing growth in me.

the most precious natural resource we have is time.

Trauma often robs a person of the surrounding memories—which is inconvenient, but merciful.

This is actually how most of my relationships ended over the years. I hate confrontations, so I always tried to ghost the person.

When I was younger, I thought “rise above it” meant swallowing negative feelings, pretending nothing was happening.

I don’t want them to learn from my mistakes; I want them to stop hating themselves for mistakes of their own. I want them to laugh and see that they do have a voice and their own brand of intelligence and, girl, fuck fitting in.

The future belongs to girls who refuse to do as they’re told. Girl power doesn’t come from being rich or beautiful; it’s a combination of courage, kindness, and laughter.

I screwed up sometimes. I said some things I wouldn’t say now. I hurt people’s feelings, and I’m sorry. I drank a lot and had some unfortunate moments. Some I can laugh about, others not so much. I’m not going to wallow in any of that here. I’m not offering explanations or asking anyone to explain themselves to me. So, no walk of shame here. Sorry, not sorry. The only people who don’t screw up are people who never do anything.

Know your worth, girls. You're not lucky to be at the party; the party is lucky to have you. Apply as needed to relationships, jobs, and family.

Sometimes we forget what it means to be a creative spirit in that precious moment before you become self-conscious, forced to admit that, yeah, you really do care what other people think of you.

Trauma often robs a person of the surrounding memories - which is inconvenient but merciful.

I had to forage for my education on the all-you-can-learn buffet of life.

I know we're supposed to spin terrible things to make it sound like they were actually good, but that's bullshit. That heart attack did not save your life. Cancer is not a gift. Your abuser did not give you strength. Terrible things are terrible. Let's just acknowledge it.

MUSIC CUE: Ultra Naté, “Free” This was my anthem after I left Provo. Go listen to it. Right now. And dance. Seriously. Your soul will be changed.

At some point, I heard Nicky say “That’s hot” and it resonated with me.

grade boys know nothing about. Mr. Abercrombie made me believe that I was rare and precious, and you know what? I was. Every eighth-grade girl is rare and precious. Every eighth-grade girl is a treasure, like a priceless work of art, so you’d like to think that every eighth-grade teacher will be like a security guard in an art gallery. He’s not there to enjoy the beauty; he’s there to protect it. He’s there to enforce the rules, and Rule Number One is: DO. NOT. TOUCH. Keep your fingers, lips, and man bits off the masterpieces.

Fuck. I’m trying not to say fuck all the time. I don’t want to wear it out, because it’s such a good word for so many occasions. Noun. Verb. Job description. Fill in the blank. Fuck saves the day. So fuuuuuuuuuuck!

Youuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu left me. It’s a song about being abandoned. This was the message drilled into us during those endless sessions: Whoever you were counting on—family, friends, anyone who ever said they cared about you—just forget them. They lied. They left you. Just when you needed them most. Anyone who says they love you—they don’t. Because you are not worthy of love, and if you love yourself, you’re just fucking delusional. You are helpless. You are worthless. You will never be loved. Your family has rejected you. We’re your family now, and the only way to survive is to be like us.

Because shame is dangerous. Poisonous. And not just for those who carry it. Do you ever wonder why two out of three sexual assaults go unreported? Or do you have the luxury of not caring? A lot of people who hear the story of a fifteen-year-old girl being sexually assaulted or exploited automatically think: Stupid girl. Our culture is so good at spinning it that way, we even say it to ourselves. For decades, every time that creepy mosquito voice whispered through my nightmares, I woke up thinking, Stupid stupid stupid girl!

I’m an issue-avoiding machine. I learned from the best: my parents

The vogue dancers and drag queens took me under their wings and watched out for me, which is how I learned the key elements of partying like a rock star: Stay hydrated. Stay pretty (tipsy can be cute, but drunk is gross).

whatever you’re wearing—that’s where you are, not who you are. You rock it and do what you need to do.

Know the star you are. And see yourself as part of a galaxy.

An ADHD brain is like a ferrari with bicycle brakes - powerful but difficult to control.