I guess I could Debra Winger in any number of things. She's so luminous - it's a birth defect.

Resentment is like drinking poison and waiting for the other person to die.

Sometimes you can only find Heaven by slowly backing away from Hell.

If my life wasn't funny it would just be true, and that is unacceptable.

No motive is pure. No one is good or bad-but a hearty mix of both. And sometimes life actually gives to you by taking away.

My heart's in the right place. I know, 'cuz I hid it there.

Bipolar disorder can be a great teacher. It's a challenge, but it can set you up to be able to do almost anything else in your life.

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.

There is no point at which you can say, "Well, I'm successful now. I might as well take a nap."

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 the bad thing about being a survivor... You keep having to get into difficult situations in order to show off your gift.

One lie has the power to tarnish a thousand truths.

I just think that all of us in this room should have a voice in how the USA is represented. And he don't allow us our voice, that's all I'm saying.

Sometimes all you’ve accomplished by the end of the day is to have maneuvered your body through space without grave incident.

But keep characters in propinquity long enough and a story will always develop a plot.

December is the toughest month of the year. Others are July, January, September, April, November, May, March, June, October, August, and February.

I don't pretend to see the path, but I know it's there all the same. One day, we'll look back and wonder how we ever missed it.

There is no such thing as pure pleasure; some anxiety always goes with it.

"You ask me how I know he lives?" asks the revival chorus. "He lives within my heart." Exactly! A figment.

School doesn't teach you much. School teaches you how to follow directions, that's what school is for.

What is the student but a lover courting a fickle mistress who ever eludes his grasp?