I am a very discreet human when it comes to other people.

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

Actually, social drug-taking went kind of low-key for a couple of years. Probably because of AIDS, people got very conscious of their health. But it seems to be making a comeback. Just the other night I was at a party where people kept disappearing into the bathroom every few minutes. I'm glad I did all that in my 20s and that I'm done with it. And that I wrote about it in Postcards from the Edge.

I mean, most fun things are bad for you in one way or another.

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

I am a spy in the house of me. I report back from the front lines of the battle that is me. I am somewhat nonplused by the event that is my life.

The only thing worse than being hurt is everyone knowing that you're hurt.