Matthew Perry Memoir Quotes

My mother is beautiful; she was a star in every room she entered. And she's certainly the reason I'm funny.

Alcohol was my best friend because it never wanted to talk about itself. It was just always there, the mute dog at my heel, gazing up at me, always ready to go on a walk. It took away so much of the pain, including the fact that when I was alone, I was lonely, and that when I was with people, I was lonely, too.

I hadn’t been there for anyone for so long, my addiction being my best friend and my evil friend and my punisher and my lover, all in one. My big terrible thing.

I can't say yes to that question, "Why?" when I feel like I'm not enough. You can't give away something you do not have. And most of the time, I have these nagging thoughts: I'm not enough, I don't matter, I am too needy. These thoughts make me uncomfortable. I need love, but I don't trust it. If I drop my game, my Chandler, and show you who I really am, you might notice me, but worse, you might notice me and leave me. And I can't have that. I won't survive that. Not anymore. It will turn me into a speck of dust and annihilate me.

Addiction is like the Joker. It just wants to see the whole world burn.

And I should be dead. If you like, you can consider what you're about to read to be a message from the beyond, my beyond.

And not only do I have the disease, but I also have it bad. I have it as bad as you can have it, in fact. It's backs-to-the-wall time all the time. It's going to kill me (I guess something has to).