Good Anecdote--bad Reality.

Actually, Social Drug-taking Went Kind Of Low-key For A Couple Of Years. Probably Because Of Aids, People Got Very Conscious Of Their Health. But It Seems To Be Making A Comeback. Just The Other Night I Was At A Party Where People Kept Disappearing Into The Bathroom Every Few Minutes. I'm Glad I Did All That In My 20s And That I'm Done With It. And That I Wrote About It In Postcards From The Edge.

I Don't Think Christmas Is Necessarily About Things. It's About Being Good To One Another, It's About The Christian Ethic, It's About Kindness.

If You're Manic-depressive And You're Functioning In This World And Doing It All Well, I Think, Wow, You Should Be Proud Of Being Able To Say, This Is What I'm Getting Through Right Now.

The Parrots Are Great. They Do Something I Refer To As "the Phone Call From Venus." They Repeat All My Phone Conversations. It Can Very Annoying - Like Having A Lot Of Children In The House Screaming.

I Think That Now Most People Know Someone In Their Family That Is Coping With Something, But There Is Still A Tremendous Amount Of Shame - That One Is Still Regarded As A Defective Unit ... If Only They Would Pull Up Their Bootstraps - They Are Only Indulging Their Emotions, Everybody's Moody, Blah, Blah, Blah.