I believe that all the important people in my life prior to 1982 were victimized by my illness.
I tell people to monitor their self-pity. Self-pity is very unattractive.
It's toughest to forgive ourselves. So it's probably best to start with other people. It's almost like peeling an onion. Layer by layer, forgiving others, you really do get to the point where you can forgive yourself.
Actors take risks all the time. We put ourselves on the line. It is creative to be able to interpret someone's words and breathe life into them.
I have been afraid all my life that I am going to die. All my life it has been stuffed in my imagination.
I never did quite fit the glamour mode. It is life with my husband and family that is my high now.
Reality is hard. It is no walk in the park, this thing called Life.
I joke around a lot about the manic times because they're funny. We manics do outrageous things and it is part of our colorful nature.
I'm going to be 58, and I'm a woman. In this business, that seems to be a bigger crime than being mentally ill.
I've come to believe that whoever I am didn't start on December 14, 1946, and isn't going to end on whatever that mysterious date is in the future.
For the first time, I lived alone... in a luxury apartment on Sunset Strip. For a few days I loved the idea, but I got lonely and restless.
I have two books that were published quite some time ago. I start to read about three sentences. I have to close it. I am so self-conscious. Who did I think I was?
I can't even remember how many times I tried to kill myself.
The panic attacks - I still have them. They started when I was around 8. They always have to do with my death.
I knew from a very young age that there was something very wrong with me.