I Am Mentally Ill. I Can Say

I'm The Wife Spike Lee Deserves. A White Woman, Which He Says He Would Never Be With, So Let's Get Someone Really White. I Am Spike Lee's Wife From Hell. I'm White And Weird And I Won't Pay Enough Attention To Him. If He Does Any More Of Those Angry Interviews, I'm Going To Write Him And See If He Wants The Wife He Deserves.

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.

I Shot Through My Twenties Like A Luminous Thread Through A Dark Needle, Blazing Toward My Destination: Nowhere.

I Rarely Think About My Childhood. It's A Slippery Thing I Can't Keep Hold Of For Long - It Slithers Out Of My Grasp. And A Lot Of The Time I Remember What Was Missing Instead Of What Was There. I Am A Chronicler Of Absence.

It's Very Good To Get Through Them (drugs) While You're Still Young And Then Talk About How Great Or Bad It Was For The Rest Of Your Life.