My inner world seems largely to consist of three rotating emotions: embarrassment, rage, and tension. Sometimes I feel excited, but I think that's just positive tension.

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.

I don't know about understood. I think that unless you are forced to understand - unless it is an issue of yours - you wouldn't bother to.

I mean, most fun things are bad for you in one way or another.

As a matter of fact [my mother] is very happily married. To a very nice southern gentleman named Roanoke - her first non-Jewish husband, as she likes to say.

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.

I'm very sane about how crazy I am.