There are very few women from my mother's generation who worked like that, who just kept a career going all her life and raised children and had horrible relationships and lost all her money and got it back again.

Having waited my entire life to get an award for something, anything...I now get awards all the time for being mentally ill. It’s better than being bad at being insane, right? How tragic would it be to be runner-up for Bipolar Woman of the Year?

In the Fifties, my parents were known as 'America's sweethearts'. Their pictures graced the covers of all the newspapers. They were the Brad Pitt and Jennifer Aniston of their day.

I always just looked really like someone who will someday be on prescription medication.

Revenge may not be a particularly high consciousness-oriented activity.

I have a second dog, too, mainly for security.

My mother's career was over at 40 but she was still trying to be everyone's buddy, always smiling for the cameras.