If some gang were threatening your family, you'd go looking for someone butch to help, right? Any maybe if your mother were sick or something, you'd find someone a bit more fey.

I get lots of awards for being mentally ill. Apparently, I am better at being mentally ill than almost anything else I've ever done. Seriously - I have a shelf of awards for being bipolar.

Instant gratification takes too long.

Sid said that drugs weren't the problem, life was the problem. Drugs were the solution.

My mother certainly loves caviar, but I think that's generational - they grew up thinking it's romantic or sophisticated or something.

My mother is an extraordinary woman, extraordinary.

I rarely cry. I save my feelings up inside me like I have something more specific in mind for them. I am waiting for the exact perfect situationand then BOOM! I'll explode in a light show of feeling and emotion - a pinata stuffed with tender nuances and pent-up passions