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.
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.
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.
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.
