I don't think Christmas is necessarily about things. It's about being good to one another, it's about the Christian ethic, it's about kindness.

Don't you see? We've become smart enough to justify stupid behavior. Like, 'I'm angry at him and I didn't express it, so I turned my anger inward and now it's depression, so in order to feel good again, what I should do is call him and express my anger.' It's like, if we can make it sound smart enough, we're allowed to do stupid things.

Nobody wants to read about a good-looking happy person.

Saying you're an alcoholic and an addict is like saying you're from Los Angeles and from California.

I spent a year in a 12-step program, really committed, because I could not believe what had happened - that I might have killed myself.

Generally someone will eventually tell you that you have to do something to help yourself.

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