Until adolescence I thought I had the best mother in the world. Such a graceful mother. I had this fantasy that I was the wrong daughter.

I was telling some people in my dressing room some of my other stories, my psychotic break, and blah, blah, blah, and no, they kind of look at you and it's just not what they wanted to hear.

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.

You know the bad thing about being a survivor... You keep having to get into difficult situations in order to show off your gift.

You can't find any true closeness in Hollywood, because everybody does the fake closeness so well.

The trouble with getting introspective when you're pregnant is that you never know who you might run into.

The world of manic depression is a world of bad judgment calls.