I think I do overshare, and I sometimes marvel that I do it. But it's sort of - in a way, it's my way of trying to understand myself.

The world of manic depression is a world of bad judgment calls.

No, as it turns out, I really like being congratulated on my weight loss. I like it so much, it's tragic.

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

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.

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 fond of kissing. It's part of my job. God sent me down to kiss a lot of people.