Throwing things horrified me. I suffered extreme, paralyzing anxiety when it came to anything remotely athletic. I wouldn't even run to catch the school bus because I knew I'd trip and then get teased for a year.

When you have your health, you have everything. When you do not have your health, nothing else matters at all.

He's a really nice guy, if only I weren't me.

But even with my minimal amount of fame, there are certain perks. Recently, I was at a movie premier, and at the party after the movie, Meryl Streep was loose, walking around the room like a normal person. Absolutely nothing was preventing me from lunging toward her and shrieking "Dingoes ate my baby! Dingoes ate my baby!

I was learning that if I lived slightly in the future-what will happen next-I didn't have to feel so much about what was going on in the present.

But I can also write in crappy motel rooms, while standing in line, or sitting in the dentist's chair.

We were young. We were bored. And the old electroshock therapy machine was just under the stairs in a box next to the Hoover.