Never love for me, only obsession. Someone has to stand still for you to love them. My choices are always on the run.

For Star Wars, they had me tape down my breasts because there are no breasts in space. I have some. I have two.

I'm in denial in its lesser state. It will take me a second. People around me will notice my mania first. And, my depression.

I will usually be in denial about that, too, because I really don't like that. Sometimes I will recognize it and sometimes someone will say, "are you okay?" And then you think, "Oh, maybe I'm not."

I don't want to be caught ... ashamed of anything. And because generally someone who has bipolar doesn't have just bipolar, they have bipolar, and they have a life and a job and a kid and a hat and parents, so its not your overriding identity, it's just something that you have, but not the only thing - even if it's quite a big thing.

Mothers are great. They outlast everything. But when they're bad, they're the worst thing that can happen.

Sometimes I think all I want to find is a mean guy and make him be nice to me. Or maybe a nice guy who's a little bit mean to me. But they're usually too nice too soon or too mean too long.