I don't want to be thought of as a survivor because you have to continue getting involved in difficult situations to show off that particular gift, and I'm not interested in doing that anymore.

Then I overdosed at 28, at which point I began to accept the bipolar diagnosis.

Believe me, I didn't think there was some princely family I belonged to.

I still give my friends relationship advice, of course, and I'm not bad at it. 'Anyone's crisis but mine' is my motto.

Running for office is the least aerobic of the socially interactive sports.

Sex was for men. Marriage, like lifeboats, was for women and children.

I have a second dog, too, mainly for security.