I'm so proud of myself. I worked with anger, with the darkest things in the world.

If you want to ask about my drug problem, go ask my big, fat, smart, ten pound daughter, she'll answer any questions you have about it.

For years, despite having impeccable taste, I didn't understand how to convey that I had impeccable taste.

The minute I got skinny and got a nose job and became photogenic, and all of a sudden I had a bidding war, and every boy I ever wanted, wanted me.

I did not want to make the widow record. I still haven't made the widow record.

You gotta be able to change worlds.

I am not suicidal. Occasionally, like all of us, I get depressed and it was over a year ago and I had a little mini attack, well a big one ... I don't know quite why it happened but I find medication is not the answer to this.