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.

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

When I'm 80 and sitting in a rocking chair listening to the Rolling Stones, there is absolutely no way I'm going to feel old or forget my younger days.

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'm not sure I want all my neuroses cleared up

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

I can't tell you what I had for breakfast, but I can sing every single word of rock and roll