There is no point at which you can say, "Well, I'm successful now. I might as well take a nap."

Actually, social drug-taking went kind of low-key for a couple of years. Probably because of AIDS, people got very conscious of their health. But it seems to be making a comeback. Just the other night I was at a party where people kept disappearing into the bathroom every few minutes. I'm glad I did all that in my 20s and that I'm done with it. And that I wrote about it in Postcards from the Edge.

You know how most illnesses have symptoms you can recognize? Like fever, upset stomach, chills, whatever. Well, with manic depression, it's sexual promiscuity, excessive spending, and substance abuse - and that just sounds like a fantastic weekend in Vegas to me!

I have a girlfriend who talks like that all the time. Who constantly complain about their periods and plumbing and stuff.

I mean, that's at least in part why I ingested chemical waste - it was a kind of desire to abbreviate myself. To present the CliffNotes of the emotional me, as opposed to the twelve-column read.

Never love for me, only obsession. Someone has to stand still for you to love them. My choices are always on the run.

He's a very strange guy, my father. I can't get mad at him because he's so adorable.