My whole career has been an act of revenge.

I'm a misplaced American, but don't know where I was misplaced

Some interviewees you make friends with and some you don't.

Why, when you have a mental disease, is it always considered an act of imagination? Why is it that every organ in your body can get sick and you get sympathy except the brain?

I am lucky to have good Polish skin that doesn't wrinkle so I might be around for a few years yet.

[With depression] you get a real sense of shame, because your friends go, 'Oh come on, show me the lump, show me the x-rays,' and of course you've got nothing to show.

How come every other organ in your body can get sick and you get sympathy, except the brain?