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."

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?

My father was a joyous, joyous spirit, he really was. He was a hedonist, that was just - he enjoyed life, thrust up to the elbows with it. He was a terrible father. I don't know that he was parented that well.

I wanted to be, you know, just no different than anybody else.

From here on out, there's just reality. I think that's what maturity is: a stoic response to endless reality. But then, what do I know?

Waiting, done at really high speeds, will frequently look like something else.

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