I'm in denial in its lesser state. It will take me a second. People around me will notice my mania first. And, my depression.

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

I have a chemical imbalance that, in its most extreme state, will lead me to a mental hospital.

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

What doesn't kill men makes them stronger. What doesn't kill women makes men breakfast.

I think I do overshare, and I sometimes marvel that I do it. But it's sort of - in a way, it's my way of trying to understand myself.

I'll never be known for my work with boundaries.