I can only know what love is insofar as I can feel it.

I have reached a state in life where I can buy a whole house full of chairs and can bump into them until they are black and blue

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.

My only true harmony lies deep within my soul, wherever that is. I know that somehow I am in tune with the universe.

While I am rehearsing a play, I try to read nothing that might distract my concentration from the work in progress.

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

I never wanted a Guardian Angel. I didn't ask for one. One was assigned to me.