I used to refer to my drug use as putting the monster in the box. I wanted to be less, so I took more - simple as that. Anyway, I eventually decided that the reason Dr. Stone had told me I was hypomanic was that he wanted to put me on medication instead of actually treating me. So I did the only rational thing I could do in the face of such as insult - I stopped talking to Stone, flew back to New York, and married Paul Simon a week later.

You know how they say that religion is the opiate of the masses? Well I took masses of opiates religiously.

I love the idea of God, but it's not stylistically in keeping with the way I function. I would describe myself as an enthusiastic agnostic who would be happy to be shown that there is a God. I can see that people who believe in God are happier. ... But I doubt.

Two of the saddest words in the English language are, 'What party?' And LA is the 'What party?' capital of the world.

Sometimes I feel like I've got my nose pressed up against the window of a bakery, only I'm the bread.

I like performing. I like partnering with an audience.

Resentment is like drinking poison and waiting for the other person to die.