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I was into pain reduction and mind expansion, but what I've ended up with is pain expansion and mind reduction.
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I don't want to be caught ... ashamed of anything. And because generally someone who has bipolar doesn't have just bipolar, they have bipolar, and they have a life and a job and a kid and a hat and parents, so its not your overriding identity, it's just something that you have, but not the only thing - even if it's quite a big thing.
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I hate caviar. Ugh! The freebase of food!
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I have a chemical imbalance that, in its most extreme state, will lead me to a mental hospital.
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I can't say that period talk is my favorite bonding arena. But I also think it's sort of funny.
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I went to a doctor and told him I felt normal on acid, that I was a light bulb in a world of moths. That is what the manic state is like.
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I don't do acid anymore, so I travel instead.
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You can't find any true closeness in Hollywood, because everybody does the fake closeness so well.
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No motive is pure. No one is good or bad-but a hearty mix of both. And sometimes life actually gives to you by taking away.
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If my life wasn't funny it would just be true, and that is unacceptable.
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I'm fond of kissing. It's part of my job. God sent me down to kiss a lot of people.
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I was street smart, but unfortunately the street was Rodeo Drive.
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A lot of the time, I'm just smart enough to be unhappy.
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From here on out, there's just reality. I think that's what maturity is: a stoic response to endless reality. But then, what do I know?
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Until adolescence I thought I had the best mother in the world. Such a graceful mother. I had this fantasy that I was the wrong daughter.
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I mean, that's at least in part why I ingested chemical waste - it was a kind of desire to abbreviate myself. To present the CliffNotes of the emotional me, as opposed to the twelve-column read.
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I didn't confide in men. Well, I didn't confide in anyone.
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I guess, as they say, I never acquired a taste for [caviar].
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I shot through my twenties like a luminous thread through a dark needle, blazing toward my destination: Nowhere.
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My father was a joyous, joyous spirit, he really was. He was a hedonist, that was just - he enjoyed life, thrust up to the elbows with it. He was a terrible father. I don't know that he was parented that well.
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I'm in denial in its lesser state. It will take me a second. People around me will notice my mania first. And, my depression.
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Anything you can do in excess for the wrong reasons is exciting to me.
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There are women in makeup and hair and wardrobe, but not in camera, not in sound, you know, and not in special effects. It's all men.
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Sometimes I feel like I've got my nose pressed up against the window of a bakery, only I'm the bread.