I get about five memoirs per week in my mailbox, and few of them inspire anything but a desire to pick up the channel changer.

But I'm not ready to stop listening to the screwed-up inner voice that's been ordering me around for a lifetime. My head thinks it can kill me... and go on living without me.

I'm not nearly smart enough or imaginative enough to tackle the novel form. Never happen.

I'm doomed to act like myself, even when it's inconvenient!

If you lie to your husband - even about something so banal as how much you drink - each lie is a brick in a wall going up between you, and when he tells you he loves you, it's deflected away.

I believe in God, but even if you don't, you can believe in a self, the person who is innately who you are. Once you fully become that person, then everything you do will be blessed.

I was 40 years old before I became an overnight success, and I'd been publishing for 20 years.