The mania started with insomnia and not eating and being driven, driven to find an apartment, driven to see everybody, driven to do New York, driven to never shut up.

I think my real depressions started when I was about 16 and doing The Patty Duke Show. I would go to bed at about 10 o'clock on a Friday night and not get up again until 6:30 Monday morning

... I went through a very lethargic period ... I was just sort of getting through every night and every day.

I've come to believe that whoever I am didn't start on December 14, 1946, and isn't going to end on whatever that mysterious date is in the future

My recovery from manic depression has been an evolution, not a sudden miracle.

I'm going to be 58, and I'm a woman. In this business, that seems to be a bigger crime than being mentally ill

One of the things I've discovered in general about raising kids is that they really don't give a damn if you walked five miles to school.