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.

At the age of 19, I removed myself from society for almost four months, setting off years of manic episodes, including outrageous overspending. I bought several Mercedes because I thought I could. I had no money, but I rented a jet.

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

If stars behave in an erratic fashion, it's called 'colorful,' as opposed to, 'Well, maybe there's a problem there.'

I'm living out a childhood fantasy. Our house is in a historic district of a small town that I used to read about in storybooks.

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.