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

You can't find any true closeness in Hollywood, because everybody does the fake closeness so well.

I've never met a deadline I couldn't miss. I make sure my editors know this.

All I know is that you can chop up all the onions and the whatevers you want and put it on top of caviar, but you still can't disguise the fact that you're eating fish eggs. Ugh!

I have a second dog, too, mainly for security.

My fear is that I will be crushed in an elevator and my mother will get hold of my journals from my adolescence.

I do believe you're only as sick as your secrets.