Resentment is like drinking poison and waiting for the other person to die.

I spent a year in a 12-step program, really committed, because I could not believe what had happened - that I might have killed myself.

Never love for me, only obsession.

Now I say I'm a diarist with an explanation I'll get back to you on. Someday I may try and write in memoir form.

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.

You're not famous until you're a Pez dispenser.

I'm really grateful that I could write. But I don't even mind it going on around me.