[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.

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

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

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

My ultimate fantasy is to entice a man to my bedroom, put a gun to his head and say, 'Make babies or die'.

Depressions are very cyclical, they happen once every five years. When I was on TV, yes I was effervescent, you can't fake it. It [depression] comes like the pox.

Why is that when people become ill and have something wrong with any of their organs, they get sympathy from other people - except when that organ is their brain?