“Art finds a way to be constructive. It becomes heat in cold places; it becomes light in dark places.”

How I wish we lived in a time when laws were not necessary to safeguard us from discrimination.

I must have got my detailed, obsessive streak from my father, who was an English teacher, because my mother wasn’t like me at all.

It always gave me the creeps when I saw performers who desperately wanted the audience to like them. That’s not what I’m about.

Eighteenth century American furniture and the design of the architects Greene and Greene are my special love.

I’m tired of malicious articles slandering me.

He (son Jason) doesn’t see me as a (gay) icon, he sees me as his mother who touches his hair too much. No, I love being an icon to anybody. Equal rights, you know?

I like to stay home a lot. I like to do other things, too, like decorate.

I just became a singer, because I could never get work as an actress.

You have got to discover you, what you do, and trust it.

I’d rather not talk about money. It’s kind of gross.

What does it mean when people applaud? Should I give ’em money? Say thank you? Lift my dress? The lack of applause – that I can respond to.

You have to live life in the moment and get the most out of it.

I wasn’t supported, I wasn’t given any self-esteem.

I find George Bush and Dick Cheney frightening, Donald Rumsfeld and John Ashcroft frightening.

If a man wants to get it right, he’s looked up to and respected. If a woman wants to get it right, she’s difficult or impossible. If he acts, produces and directs, he’s called multitalented. If she does the same thing, she’s called vain and egotistical.

It’s true that I have a very healthy ego; anybody who creates does.

I didn’t want to see you, but you invaded my world. Every dark corner you found a way in bringing light to the lifeless and lost.” Eva

Beware of prejudice; light is good in whatsoever lamp it is burning; a rose is beautiful in whatever garden it may bloom.

I smiled and ran my hand through his dark curls. “So, Death, what do we do now?

I love love stories, no matter how dark.

There are certainties in existence, but love is something much harder to define than light and dark, life and death. I think saying you are “like” someone in love sounds right.

This was pointed out to me by somebody who referred to the paintings of Rembrandt and his use of light: some elements are highlighted while others are obscured or even pushed back into the dark.

If you can socialize from the privacy of your desk at night in a dark room, you can be a smoother, cooler, funnier, sexy, more everything person than you actually are in real life.

I’m not sure how to describe my style. A lot of my work is dark and looks a bit sad, which is strange because I’m such a smiley, over-the-top positive guy who wears gold shoes most days.