Now I say I'm a diarist with an explanation I'll get back to you on. Someday I may try and write in memoir form.

I don't like my face. I don't like to look at it.

I've never been that uncomfortable talking about it. Things come out [in the media] about me. When it's out, it's someone else's version of what's the matter with me. I want it to be my version of what it is. My recourse is to do my version.

Drugs made me feel more normal.

I feel so agitated all the time, like a hamster in search of a wheel.

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

Happy is one of the many things I'm likely to be over the course of a day and certainly over the course of a lifetime. But I think if you have the expectation that you're going to be happy throughout your life--more to the point, if you have a need to be comfortable all the time--well, among other things, you have the makings of a classic drug addict or alcoholic.