Cher: Part One: The Memoir (The Cher Memoir Book 1)

by Cher

The teachers would repeatedly tell my mother that although I was smart, I didn’t “apply” myself, when in truth I was applying the hell out of myself. What nobody knew back then was that I had an undiagnosed learning disability. There wasn’t even a word for it. “Applying myself” became an expression that triggered anger in me for the rest of my life. In my heart, I didn’t believe I was stupid, and I knew I wasn’t lazy. I didn’t understand why everyone else found it so easy and I just couldn’t get it.

if anyone pisses me off—and they have to go to unbelievable lengths to do so, believe me—they’d better leave the room, and then the state, and then the country, and then the planet).

I was becoming less and less of an interesting person to Sonny, even though I was interesting and funny to everybody else.

The worse a situation is, the quieter I am. I was silent. The worst part was this was just a beginning and I didn’t know if it was the beginning of the end, really the end. I

It’s a thousand times harder to come back than to become. Becoming famous is hard, but making a comeback is almost impossible.

Years later somebody asked me if I left Sonny for another man, and I told them, “No. I left him for another woman. Me.”

You have to know your limitations and then either rise above them or make peace with the fact that you’re never going to.

I am stubborn and hardheaded, which can be a good quality, because I won’t give up—but that can work against me, too. It got me where I am today, but sometimes you gotta know when to quit.