Quotes By Patty Duke

We have developed this unbelievable ability to deny. We have to. If we didn't, we'd go crazy.

I'm not sure I want all my neuroses cleared up.

Human beings have speculated about the relationship between inspiration and insanity for centuries.

I never did quite fit the glamour mode. It is life with my husband and family that is my high now.

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.

I tell people to monitor their self-pity. Self-pity is very unattractive.

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

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

It's toughest to forgive ourselves. So it's probably best to start with other people. It's almost like peeling an onion. Layer by layer, forgiving others, you really do get to the point where you can forgive yourself.

I've come to believe that whoever I am didn't start on December 14, 1946, and isn't going to end on whatever that mysterious date is in the future.

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.

The doctors must tell you that one of the risks of surgery is that you might die. This poor doctor was talking to an actress. It was very dramatic to me. To him, it was just a thing he had to say.

If I have any message for others, it is to go for help early and not to be a resistant patient.

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 had been very close to Anne Bancroft when we worked together in The Miracle Worker.

I believe that all the important people in my life prior to 1982 were victimized by my illness.

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

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 knew from a very young age that there was something very wrong with me.

I'm going to be 58, and I'm a woman. In this business, that seems to be a bigger crime than being mentally ill.

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 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 kind of like the position of being the fair-haired savior of my mother.

I have been afraid all my life that I am going to die. All my life it has been stuffed in my imagination.

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 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 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.

You can have manic-depression without having an ounce of creativity.

The panic attacks - I still have them. They started when I was around 8. They always have to do with my death.

I can't tell you what I had for breakfast, but I can sing every single word of rock and roll.