I Am Mentally Ill. I Can Say

I'm The Wife Spike Lee Deserves. A White Woman, Which He Says He Would Never Be With, So Let's Get Someone Really White. I Am Spike Lee's Wife From Hell. I'm White And Weird And I Won't Pay Enough Attention To Him. If He Does Any More Of Those Angry Interviews, I'm Going To Write Him And See If He Wants The Wife He Deserves.

From Here On Out, There's Just Reality. I Think That's What Maturity Is: A Stoic Response To Endless Reality. But Then, What Do I Know?

A Lot Of The Time, I'm Just Smart Enough To Be Unhappy.

One Of The Great Things To Pretend Is That You're Not Only Alright, You're In Great Shape. Now To Have That Come True - I've Actually Gone On Stage Depressed And That's Worked Its Magic On Me, 'cause If I Can Convince You That I'm Alright, Then Maybe I Can Convince Me.

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.