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.

My inner world seems largely to consist of three rotating emotions: embarrassment, rage, and tension. Sometimes I feel excited, but I think that's just positive tension.

All I can say is that when millions of plastic dolls of you are being sold each day and an equal number of teenage boys are masturbating over you each night, it's bound to do something screwy to your psyche.

Nobody wants to read about a good-looking happy person.

I have the ability, occasionally, of being able to step out and see who you think I could end up being. And I like to play with that.

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.

I think of my body as a side effect of my mind.