You know how I always seem to be struggling, even when the situation doesn't call for it?

Happy is one of the many things I'm likely to be over the course of a day and certainly over the course of a lifetime. But I think if you have the expectation that you're going to be happy throughout your life--more to the point, if you have a need to be comfortable all the time--well, among other things, you have the makings of a classic drug addict or alcoholic.

I was street smart, but unfortunately the street was Rodeo Drive.

I enjoy taking jobs that make fun of me - or me as Princess Leia, or me as the writer, or whatever, as some idea.

I envy people who have the capacity to sit with another human being and find them endlessly interesting, I would rather watch TV. Of course this becomes eventually known to the other person.

I feel so agitated all the time, like a hamster in search of a wheel.

People see me and they squeal like tropical birds or seals stranded on the beach.