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

Being a mother is hard and it wasn't a subject I ever studied.

Why, when you have a mental disease, is it always considered an act of imagination? Why is it that every organ in your body can get sick and you get sympathy except the brain?

I don't combine proteins and carbohydrates.

Like any working mother I find it hard to have a social life. But my kids are so well adjusted. There isn't a brat bone in their body so I haven't done anything that bad.

People who say ... they're perfectly fine [are] more insane than the rest of us.

For me mindfulness is like building a house, so the next time the tsunami that is depression comes I'll have a structure in place to resist it.

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

College athletes used to get a degree in bringing your pencil.

By the time dessert arrives I am usually so drunk, I can't remember what I'm serving.

Only if you're kind to yourself, can you be kind to others.

while she wanted to look neither to her past nor her future, she lived exclusively in both. They had took different paths, but they had journeyed, so she realized, together.

Patience is the best medicine.

To understand an artist is to be a genius.

Understanding arises from reducing one type of reality into another.

You start at 'SNL' when you're young and hungry, but I don't want my pro years to be my 'SNL' years.

When you feel as though you can't do something, the simple antidote is action: Begin doing it. Start the process, even if it's just a simple step, and don't stop at the beginning.

The deepest insult which can be shown to a human being is to associate it solely with material functions, with no cognizance and no consideration of its intellectual and spiritual power.

And on a completely different note I will NOT in fact be sharing my bra size, that was a very sleepy tweet last night but I ain't no an A cup.

All my life I still have found, and I will forget it never; Every sorrow hath its bound, and no cross endures forever.

The cloud of mind is discharging its collected lightning.