I’d always admired writers. I’d always loved words on a page. Somehow, words seemed to bypass image and get straight to the heart of things. Somehow, words seemed big enough to contain pain, and sentences could pull broken bits together.
I think that that’s always been a real talent of mine is to be able to spot somebody who has that thing that is so non-definable, that thing that I wish I possessed.
When someone comments on my weight, I have to work hard to stand in front of the mirror and say, “This is who you are. You’re okay in this lady, and you’re a great, healthy, lovable and loving person.” I try to accept myself.
Why do you think people don’t think that homosexual parents are good? You don’t know what a homosexual family looks like. I will be the role model for the good gay family. Don’t let these children suffer without families because of your bias.
The words of musicals were the moral codes that I lived by. I found meaning and messages in musicals that I didn’t find in churches or school books and it really made me come alive in a way.
I think the promise of fame and what it holds to you as a child and dreaming of it is not what it is. What it is, I’m not complaining about, but it’s just different than the reality you dreamed.
I think everyone spins. You would just be an empty vacant shell reporting facts. I mean, you have your life that you bring with you to every moment that happens.
