I'm Not Really Into Horror Movies.

I Was Saying To Paul Schrader That He Missed The Idealism And The Passion Of That Era In Hollywood, But Also In American Life, That '60s Sense Of Optimism And Hope.

Mostly, In The Great Waldo Pepper I Remember The Lovely Ed Herrmann Befriending Me And Taking Care Of Me. I Was Crying A Lot. I Was A Real Mess When We Made That. But This Is All Such Ancient History, Jesus Lord. Was This Before Or After The Sting?

I Guess I Came To Terms With My Demons. Or Else I'd Be In Big Trouble, Wouldn't I? Horrifying As It Was To Crack Up In The Public Eye, It Made Me Look At Myself And Fix It. People Were Exploitative; That's Human Nature. I'll Tell You, Being Pretty Crazy While Being Chased By The National Enquirer Is Not Good. The British Tabloids Were The Worst. But You Take The Cards You're Dealt, And I Got Better. I'm Now Ferociously Healthy In Body And Mind. You Couldn't Pay Me To Go Near A Psychiatrist Again. Stopping Seeing Them Was My First Step To Getting Well.

With Any Group Of People In Life, Sad Things Happen, And Crazy Things, And Happy Things. When You're In The Public Eye, It's Just Amplified, That's All.

The Thing About The Wacky Fans Is That They're Really Sweet.