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?
People who say ... they're perfectly fine [are] more insane than the rest of us.
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.
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.
Only if you're kind to yourself, can you be kind to others.
How come every other organ in your body can get sick and you get sympathy, except the brain?
My ultimate fantasy is to entice a man to my bedroom, put a gun to his head and say, 'Make babies or die'.
[With depression] you get a real sense of shame, because your friends go, 'Oh come on, show me the lump, show me the x-rays,' and of course you've got nothing to show.
You shouldn't run away from your problems, you need to aim straight for the heart of the beast.
Thoughts aren't fact, so don't take them seriously
I never weigh myself, but the brutal truth of television is that they don't employ old people or fat people.
I'm a misplaced American, but don't know where I was misplaced
I always ask the booksellers to look at me and recommend a book; 9 out of 10, they get it right; it’s usually a book about someone dysfunctional. To me bookstores are like brothels of imagination, each book is luring me over going, 'Read me, read me'.
What once made you safe now drives you insane.
I don't combine proteins and carbohydrates.
Nannies love working in our house because they never know who's gonna walk through the door.
I can't do anything too serious like Saddam Hussein, but I would like to do Bill Clinton. That'd be fun.
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.
Mum used to hide love letters from my boyfriends and put me down. Now I understand that she was a Polish immigrant forced to settle in Chicago. She was jealous of the freedom life gave me.
I am lucky to have good Polish skin that doesn't wrinkle so I might be around for a few years yet.
I'm lucky not to have a nine-to-five job.
I've told so many lies about my age I don't know how old I am myself.
Why is that when people become ill and have something wrong with any of their organs, they get sympathy from other people - except when that organ is their brain?
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