By the time dessert arrives I am usually so drunk, I can't remember what I'm serving.

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?

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

I can't do anything too serious like Saddam Hussein, but I would like to do Bill Clinton. That'd be fun.

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

You shouldn't run away from your problems, you need to aim straight for the heart of the beast.

I have to keep reminding myself that I am their mother. Sometimes we are sitting at home and I feel like we are waiting for our mom to come home.