I can't even remember how many times I tried to kill myself

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

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'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

It's toughest to forgive ourselves. So it's probably best to start with other people. It's almost like peeling an onion. Layer by layer, forgiving others, you really do get to the point where you can forgive yourself.

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

Sometimes it is the simplest, seemingly most inane, most practical stuff that matters the most to someone.