Resentment is like drinking poison and waiting for the other person to die.
I don’t want life to imitate art. I want life to BE art.
Look,′ he said, ‘I don’t think we should continue this discussion. I don’t like this side of you.’ ‘I’m not a box,’ she said ‘I don’t have sides. This is it. One side fits all. This is it.
Mom brought me some peanut butter cookies and a biography of Judy Garland. She told me she thought my problem was that I was too impatient, my fuse was too short, that I was only interested in instant gratification. I said, “Instant gratification takes too long.” The glib martyr.
If wishes were horses mine would be glue -.
I signed my likeness away. Every time I look in the mirror, I have to send Lucas a couple of bucks.
You know what’s funny about death? I mean other than absolutely nothing at all? You’d think we could remember finding out we weren’t immortal. Sometimes I see children sobbing airports and I think, “Aww. They’ve just been told.
There is no point at which you can say, ‘Well, I’m successful now. I might as well take a nap.’
Part of my gestalt is that I still feel a little bit like a wallflower. Even in my own life. I talk about myself behind my back.
My heart’s in the right place. I know, ’cuz I hid it there.
Oh! This’ll impress you – I’m actually in the Abnormal Psychology textbook. Obviously my family is so proud. Keep in mind though, I’m a PEZ dispenser and I’m in the abnormal Psychology textbook. Who says you can’t have it all?
If my life wasn’t funny it would just be true, and that is unacceptable.
I get lots of awards for being mentally ill. Apparently, I am better at being mentally ill than almost anything else I’ve ever done. Seriously – I have a shelf of awards for being bipolar.
You know how most illnesses have symptoms you can recognize? Like fever, upset stomach, chills, whatever. Well, with manic depression, it’s sexual promiscuity, excessive spending, and substance abuse – and that just sounds like a fantastic weekend in Vegas to me!