I have a list a mile long of faults that sometimes bring me to my knees in self-hatred.

Each of us needs something - food, liquor, pot, whatever - to help us survive. Dracula needs blood.

I'm a firm believer in absolute honesty.

But in order to be the thing you want to be, you have to work like a dog at the thing you love.

I would rather spend one night with Dracula dead than with my husband alive.

But I think one of the reasons I tend to stay in the water most of the time is I distrust the comfort.

There is a thing called the death wish, a literal thing. It doesn't mean you want to die. It just means however we're built, as we get into these years, some inner part of you does begin to accept the fact that you're heading towards the end, and there's a peace that comes with that.