I get lots of awards for being mentally ill. Apparently, I am better at being mentally ill than almost anything else I've ever done. Seriously - I have a shelf of awards for being bipolar.

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

I have two moods. One is Roy, rollicking Roy, the wild ride of a mood. And Pam, sediment Pam, who stands on the shore and sobs... Sometimes the tide is in, sometimes it's out.

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

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

My mother is an immensely powerful woman.

You can't really accurately diagnose someone, I think. Or I've been told that.