I had a slight touch of Tourette's, which means you talk to yourself and bark and cry out at night. I find myself talking to myself sometimes.
People in distress behave in a stressful way. They aren't all sweetness and light. They don't behave well when they are unhappy. That's just what I've observed.
I wake up angry every morning and start reading [the newspapers]. Then I'm furious.
I don't go crazy but I have those spurts.
I'm a nice guy, but not all the time. There are these personalities in me, so many of them. They come out at strange times. I can be one way, then five minutes later I'm another way.
The capacity for extravagant emotion that my husband finds so attractive in me can be exhausting, especially to a child. My moods are mercurial, and this can be terrifying. I know, because I was a daughter of a mother with a changeable temperament.
Spector is a good guy, but he's a nut. Ha, ha, ha! You know, I love him, but he's unpredictable. He's OK as long as he don't drink.
I think of myself as someone with a kind of Tourette's. I cannot help saying the thing you're not supposed to say.
I tend to get over-excited and very, very loud. I rein myself in when people flinch and dogs start howling.
I am manic and that leads me to behave badly at times.
...Genuine pathological openness is about as seductive as Tourette's Syndrome.
Children are like crazy, drunken small people in your house.
