The mania started with insomnia and not eating and being driven, driven to find an apartment, driven to see everybody, driven to do New York, driven to never shut up.
As much as I loathe this aging thing, I'm beginning to recognize that I am now a healthier person in terms of self-worth and knowing who I am and where I fit in the world. That's been a good trade-off for the wrinkles.
I can't tell you what I had for breakfast, but I can sing every single word of rock and roll.
I tell people to monitor their self-pity. Self-pity is very unattractive.
When I'm 80 and sitting in a rocking chair listening to the Rolling Stones, there is absolutely no way I'm going to feel old or forget my younger days.
If I have any message for others, it is to go for help early and not to be a resistant patient.
