I do believe you're only as sick as your secrets.

I can like men who are a little light in the loafers.

Having waited my entire life to get an award for something, anything...I now get awards all the time for being mentally ill. It’s better than being bad at being insane, right? How tragic would it be to be runner-up for Bipolar Woman of the Year?

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

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.

Actually, social drug-taking went kind of low-key for a couple of years. Probably because of AIDS, people got very conscious of their health. But it seems to be making a comeback. Just the other night I was at a party where people kept disappearing into the bathroom every few minutes. I'm glad I did all that in my 20s and that I'm done with it. And that I wrote about it in Postcards from the Edge.

I'm very sane about how crazy I am.