I have two books that were published quite some time ago. I start to read about three sentences. I have to close it. I am so self-conscious. Who did I think I was?

Reality is hard. It is no walk in the park, this thing called life.

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.

I believe that all the important people in my life prior to 1982 were victimized by my illness

We have developed this unbelievable ability to deny. We have to. If we didn't, we'd go crazy.

When I don't know what the music is going to be for a scene, I imagine some sort of orchestration going on and damned if they don't usually come up with a similar kind of thing.

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.