The Eleanor Roosevelt Award that I received for women's rights activities is one I treasure.

I was a truly loving mom, but I didn't have the tools to do the job.

I can't even remember how many times I tried to kill myself.

The mania started with insomnia and not eating and being driven, driven to find an apartment, driven to see everybody, driven to do New York, driven to never shut up.

I love my mother to death. I'm pretty much a reflection of her.

Even though the risks of death are higher driving than flying, many people would rather drive simply because they feel they have more control driving. The facts are that only a few hundred people die a year flying, and 44,000 are killed a year driving.

Personally, I would be delighted if there were a life after death, especially if it permitted me to continue to learn about this world and others, if it gave me a chance to discover how history turns out.

Good grief, we're getting offended by everything these days! People can't say anything without offending somebody.