Sex was for men. Marriage, like lifeboats, was for women and children.

I have two moods. One is Roy, rollicking Roy, the wild ride of a mood. And Pam, sediment Pam, who stands on the shore and sobs... Sometimes the tide is in, sometimes it's out.

It's very good to get through them (drugs) while you're still young and then talk about how great or bad it was for the rest of your life.

And when you're young you want to fit in. Hell, I still want to fit in with certain humans, but as you get older you get a little more discriminating.

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.

Then I overdosed at 28, at which point I began to accept the bipolar diagnosis.

If talking were aerobic, I'd be the thinnest person in the world.