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.

The parrots are great. They do something I refer to as "the Phone Call from Venus." They repeat all my phone conversations. It can very annoying - like having a lot of children in the house screaming.

My mother's career was over at 40 but she was still trying to be everyone's buddy, always smiling for the cameras.

Here's what I've learned: that someone can change the course of history with a box cutter.

You know how most illnesses have symptoms you can recognize? Like fever, upset stomach, chills, whatever. Well, with manic depression, it's sexual promiscuity, excessive spending, and substance abuse - and that just sounds like a fantastic weekend in Vegas to me!

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

Acting engenders and harbours qualities that are best left way behind in adolesence.