I'm not sure I even need a lover, male or female. Sometimes I think I'd settle for five good friends.

Nobody's happy. What's happy? Happiness is over when the lights come on." The older woman poured herself a glass of sangria. "Screw that," she said quietly. "What?" "Screw that. Wash your mouth out. Who taught you that half-assed existential drivel?

But I will say that the drugs are much more ferocious then they used to be. There are people wrecking their lives with addiction, which seems much more severe.

I tend to prefer the shelter of fiction.

I think that instinct, that storytelling instinct, rescued me most of my life.

I've always drawn on bits and pieces of my own life

I'm the age now that Rock was when he picked me up, so I can understand how he felt - how his fame limited his freedom. You get kinder as you go along.