[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.

You have to be great friends and make each other laugh. We laugh a lot and neither is jealous of the other.

Being a mother is hard and it wasn't a subject I ever studied.

Nannies love working in our house because they never know who's gonna walk through the door.

Only if you're kind to yourself, can you be kind to others.

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?

College athletes used to get a degree in bringing your pencil.