Anything you can do in excess for the wrong reasons is exciting to 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.

People see me and they squeal like tropical birds or seals stranded on the beach.

My mom had the breakdown for the family, and I went into therapy for all of us.

I just admire my mother very much.

I think that now most people know someone in their family that is coping with something, but there is still a tremendous amount of shame - that one is still regarded as a defective unit ... if only they would pull up their bootstraps - they are only indulging their emotions, everybody's moody, blah, blah, blah.

I grew up knowing that I had the prettiest mother of anyone in my class.