If I have any message for others, it is to go for help early and not to be a resistant patient

My recovery from manic depression has been an evolution, not a sudden miracle.

Reality is hard. It is no walk in the park, this thing called life.

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

I can't tell you what I had for breakfast, but I can sing every single word of rock and roll

From the moment we walk out the door until we come back home our sensibilities are so assaulted by the world that we have to soak up as much love as we can get, simply to arm ourselves.

I tell people to monitor their self-pity. Self-pity is very unattractive.

When I'm 80 and sitting in a rocking chair listening to the Rolling Stones, there is absolutely no way I'm going to feel old or forget my younger days.

I still have highs and lows, just like any other person. What's missing is the lack of control over the super highs, which became destructive, and the super lows, which are immediately destructive.

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.

Sometimes it is the simplest, seemingly most inane, most practical stuff that matters the most to someone.

There is no "wrong train.

This was the kack’s cradle, icky-poo’s bassinet. It was Death and Diarrhea, singing duet.

Love is the jewel of mankind.

Am I awake or dreaming? It doesn’t matter anymore. When I close my eyes I dream of death and war. When I open my eyes I see death and war.

I am driven by what you are able to accomplish and how you are able to help some people. I go about it each and every day, sometimes I think I say yes too much and I am too busy in my life.

Many a one cannot loosen his own fetters, but is nevertheless his friend's emancipator.

It's an honor to represent a Latin culture.

Language should be pure, noble and graceful, as the body should be so: for both are vestures of the Soul.

Our very sexual identities are artifices and illusions, the result of a lifetime of striving.

There have been a lot of murders and suicides in my family; it's like the primary cause of death. I wonder if there's a certain energy that attracts that.