I have a wonderful psychiatrist that I see maybe once a year, because I don't need it. It all comes out onstage.

Self-pity shortens your life.

I got a waterbed, but my husband stocked it with trout.

Having a baby can be a scream.

It's been so long since I made love, I can't even remember who gets tied up.

Can we talk?

I wish I could tell you it gets better. It doesn't get better. YOU get better.