I've always had bronchitis. I've been administered the Sacrament of Death three times for it

I'd stand in line for Confession with old people and little kids, and as the line moved up and it was getting closer to my turn, I knew that when I got into the box I would lie! Again!

Like so many other recovered alcoholics, I am to this day bewildered that it took so long for me to understand that there was no such animal as 'social drinking' for me; that it had nothing to do with my willpower or self-respect or moral fiber, that it was a simple biochemical intolerance to a drug.

Like many alcoholics, I was a staggering woman in a chic apartment, sick and utterly disgusting.

It is said that people learn to hate each other because of little things ... not big ones. I know I have always learned to love because of little things ... I'm not at all sure that there are any big ones.

I lose all control after two drinks of anything

Joan Crawford is a movie queen. I had never met one before. I know now what I don't want to be.