So why am I depressed? That's the million-dollar question, baby, the Tootsie Roll question; not even the owl knows the answer to that one. I don't know either. All I know is the chronology.

People are screwed up in this world. I'd rather be with someone screwed up and open about it than somebody perfect and ready to explode.

I'm still a nobody, when am I not going to be a nobody?

But some people have to get lucky just to live. And I never knew I could make anybody lucky.

A person's relationship with food is one of their most important relationships.

I don't owe people anything, and I don't have to talk to them any more than I feel I need to.

They always said on TV you could do anything you wanted, but here I was trying to do something and it wasn't working. I would never be able to do it.