You can't really accurately diagnose someone, I think. Or I've been told that.

It creates community when you talk about private things and you can find other people that have the same things.

I can like men who are a little light in the loafers.

Now I say I'm a diarist with an explanation I'll get back to you on. Someday I may try and write in memoir form.

I think that now most people know someone in their family that is coping with something, but there is still a tremendous amount of shame - that one is still regarded as a defective unit ... if only they would pull up their bootstraps - they are only indulging their emotions, everybody's moody, blah, blah, blah.

Look,' he said, 'I don't think we should continue this discussion. I don't like this side of you.' 'I'm not a box,' she said 'I don't have sides. This is it. One side fits all. This is it.

I've often said to myself, "Thank God I can write, 'cause this is hilarious." I actually wanted to go into all that more in the book, but my editor thought it was too crazy.