I'm living out a childhood fantasy. Our house is in a historic district of a small town that I used to read about in storybooks

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

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

I still have highs and lows, just like any other person. What's missing is the lack of control over the super highs, which became destructive, and the super lows, which are immediately destructive.

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

For the first time, I lived alone... in a luxury apartment on Sunset Strip. For a few days I loved the idea, but I got lonely and restless.

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.