I was street smart, but unfortunately the street was Rodeo Drive.

You can't really accurately diagnose someone, I think. Or I've been told that.

Kevin Smith is a very challenging conversationalist and Jay has many great stories.

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

My mother had an amazing life, and she's someone to admire.

Sex was for men. Marriage, like lifeboats, was for women and children.

I used to refer to my drug use as putting the monster in the box. I wanted to be less, so I took more - simple as that. Anyway, I eventually decided that the reason Dr. Stone had told me I was hypomanic was that he wanted to put me on medication instead of actually treating me. So I did the only rational thing I could do in the face of such as insult - I stopped talking to Stone, flew back to New York, and married Paul Simon a week later.