Now it's dedicated to my grandparents and to both of my parents. The first book was dedicated to my mother so I thought maybe it was my father's turn, but then I realized that everyone would jump on that and assume I'd had some falling out with my mother, which is absolutely not the case.

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

If you're manic-depressive and you're functioning in this world and doing it all well, I think, wow, you should be proud of being able to say, this is what I'm getting through right now.

In my opinion, a problem derails your life and an inconvenience is not being able to get a nice seat on the un-derailed train.

I mean, that's at least in part why I ingested chemical waste - it was a kind of desire to abbreviate myself. To present the CliffNotes of the emotional me, as opposed to the twelve-column read.

I do believe you're only as sick as your secrets.

There are two things that I know for certain guys are good for: pushing swings and killing insects.