My father just got out of the Betty Ford Clinic. He's in his 60s, and this was the first time he ever did anything like that.

Sometimes I feel like I've got my nose pressed up against the window of a bakery, only I'm the bread.

I like performing. I like partnering with an audience.

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.

Actually,I am a failed anorexic. I have anorexic thinking, but I can't seem to muster the behavoir

If my life wasn't funny it would just be true, and that is unacceptable.

You know how they say that religion is the opiate of the masses? Well I took masses of opiates religiously.