I think my real depressions started when I was about 16 and doing The Patty Duke Show. I would go to bed at about 10 o'clock on a Friday night and not get up again until 6:30 Monday morning.
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 kind of like the position of being the fair-haired savior of my mother.
I knew from a very young age that there was something very wrong with me.
I never did quite fit the glamour mode. It is life with my husband and family that is my high now.
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.
I tell people to monitor their self-pity. Self-pity is very unattractive.
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.
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 a picture of myself in my mind as I walk around every day, until I look in the mirror-and then I'm stunned.
I believe that all the important people in my life prior to 1982 were victimized by my illness.
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 have been afraid all my life that I am going to die. All my life it has been stuffed in my imagination.
Human beings have speculated about the relationship between inspiration and insanity for centuries.
I can't tell you what I had for breakfast, but I can sing every single word of rock and roll.