These are my wakeup cupcakes, some anti-depressants and a cellphone book.

The language of love letters is the same as suicide notes.

Love is the core of everything - nothing survives without it.

I don't mean to be a diva, but some days you wake up and you're Barbara Streisand.

Much of my high-jinx have been drug-related. When you're under 30, whatever, but once you're past 40 it's just ugly.

I never expected I would be connected to the Alpha male as some kind of ancillary object and to this day it mystifies me.

I have no intention of dying young and being some stinking rock'n'roll person.