My life is like a lone, forgotten Q-Tip in the second-to-last drawer.

I had to shoot shotguns for The Blues Brothers. But I don't like that stuff. Too butch for me.

Having waited my entire life to get an award for something, anything...I now get awards all the time for being mentally ill. It’s better than being bad at being insane, right? How tragic would it be to be runner-up for Bipolar Woman of the Year?

I think that now most people know someone in their family that is coping with something, but there is still a tremendous amount of shame - that one is still regarded as a defective unit ... if only they would pull up their bootstraps - they are only indulging their emotions, everybody's moody, blah, blah, blah.

I did the traditional thing with falling in love with words, reading books and underlining lines I liked and words I didn't know. It was something I always did.

Ambition is exhausting. It makes you friends with people for the wrong reasons, just like drugs.

My mother's career was over at 40 but she was still trying to be everyone's buddy, always smiling for the cameras.