My father was a joyous, joyous spirit, he really was. He was a hedonist, that was just - he enjoyed life, thrust up to the elbows with it. He was a terrible father. I don't know that he was parented that well.
Anything you can do in excess for the wrong reasons is exciting to me.
No, as it turns out, I really like being congratulated on my weight loss. I like it so much, it's tragic.
I waited for my daughter, Billie, to come to me with her troubles - but I'm glad I didn't hold my breath.
If my life wasn't funny, it would just be true, and that's unacceptable.
I am mentally ill. I can say that. I am not ashamed of that. I survived that, I'm still surviving it, but bring it on. Better me than you.
