So when I was 24, someone suggested to me that I was bipolar, and I thought that was ridiculous. I just thought he was trying to get out of treating me. But he was also responding to the chaotic nature of my life.

Come to think of [a handsome young carpenter], Harrison Ford used to be a carpenter.

A story a friend told me about being in New York and meeting this Latin-lover kind of guy. They went up to her hotel room, and the guy kind of pounced on her and told her to spread her legs, shouting, "Surrender the pink! Surrender the pink!" That's where it's from.

There are women in makeup and hair and wardrobe, but not in camera, not in sound, you know, and not in special effects. It's all men.

Everything grows rounder and wider and weirder, and I sit here in the middle of it all and wonder who in the world you will turn out to be.

I like having written better than I like having acted.

I have a chemical imbalance that, in its most extreme state, will lead me to a mental hospital.