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

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.

[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.

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

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

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

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