I Like Birds And Dogs. I'm Allergic

You're Only As Sick As Your Secrets. Either It Comes Out Their Way Or My Way. I Talk About Myself Behind My Back. And I'm Funny About It.

I Was Telling Some People In My Dressing Room Some Of My Other Stories, My Psychotic Break, And Blah, Blah, Blah, And No, They Kind Of Look At You And It's Just Not What They Wanted To Hear.

I Would Rather Not Watch Myself In Movies. I Enjoy The Experience, But I Won't Really See The Film Until They're On Cable Deep On Into My Life So I Can Pretend It's Someone Else At Another Time.

Eventually, Life Of The Party Is Just Like Any Other Job. I've Thought Of Myself That Way At Times, But It's Sort Of Like Holding Everybody Hostage. It Diminishes Everyone Else. And Ultimately, Your Friends Don't Require It Of You.

The Message About Sex And Relationships That She Had Gotten As A Child... Was Confused, Contradictory. Sex Was For Men, And Marriage, Like Lifeboats, Was For Women And Children.