My mother is an extraordinary woman, extraordinary.

I don't want to be a victim.

I was street smart, but unfortunately the street was Rodeo Drive.

Generally someone will eventually tell you that you have to do something to help yourself.

I will usually be in denial about that, too, because I really don't like that. Sometimes I will recognize it and sometimes someone will say, "are you okay?" And then you think, "Oh, maybe I'm not."

I went to a doctor and told him I felt normal on acid, that I was a light bulb in a world of moths. That is what the manic state is like.

Sometimes you can only find Heaven by slowly backing away from Hell.