My inner world seems largely to consist of three rotating emotions: embarrassment, rage, and tension. Sometimes I feel excited, but I think that’s just positive tension.
I think of my body as a side effect of my mind. Like a thought I had once that manifested itself – Oops! Oh no! Manifested. Look at this. Now we have to buy clothes and everything.
I mean, that’s at least in part why I ingested chemical waste – it was a kind of desire to abbreviate myself. To present the CliffNotes of the emotional me, as opposed to the twelve-column read.
I found out when I did the Oprah Winfrey show that there was a cookie jar of me. So she gave it to me. I had no idea prior to that that it even existed.
I was street smart, but unfortunately the street was Rodeo Drive.
He doesn’t move his face when he talks. His eyes are like shark eyes. Dead.
Then I overdosed at 28, at which point I began to accept the bipolar diagnosis.
My life is like a lone, forgotten Q-Tip in the second-to-last drawer.
Sid said that drugs weren’t the problem, life was the problem. Drugs were the solution.
Acting engenders and harbours qualities that are best left way behind in adolesence.
Waiting, done at really high speeds, will frequently look like something else.
A lot of the time, I’m just smart enough to be unhappy.
The trouble with getting introspective when you’re pregnant is that you never know who you might run into.
I’m in denial in its lesser state. It will take me a second. People around me will notice my mania first. And, my depression.
I don’t know about understood. I think that unless you are forced to understand – unless it is an issue of yours – you wouldn’t bother to.
I will usually be in denial about that, too, because I really don’t like that. Sometimes I will recognize it and sometimes someone will say, “are you okay?” And then you think, “Oh, maybe I’m not.”
Me being an actor was an accident, and not something I wanted to do, because I knew what happened eventually. Yeah, maybe you’d get famous, but then you wouldn’t be famous anymore. Then you’d have to scramble to get back to where you were, and chances are, you wouldn’t.
I did the traditional thing with falling in love with words, reading books and underlining lines I liked and words I didn’t know. It was something I always did.
My favorite films are ones that have my lines in it, and I like those lines. And I like to hear them.
I was telling some people in my dressing room some of my other stories, my psychotic break, and blah, blah, blah, and no, they kind of look at you and it’s just not what they wanted to hear.
I am someone who will rise to an occasion like that. Other occasions can defeat me.