“We cannot let the right wing roll back more than thirty years of social progress.”

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.

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

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

On a very basic level, many people think celebrities have too much already, so we shouldn’t be entitled to our political opinions.

To have ego means to believe in your own strength. And to also be open to other people’s views. It is to be open, not closed. So, yes, my ego is big, but it’s also very small in some areas. My ego is responsible for my doing what I do – bad or good.

Sleep and death, two twins of winged race, Of matchless swiftness, but of silent pace.

Love lieth deep; Love dwells not in lip-depths; Love laps his wings on either side the heart Absorbing all the incense of sweet thoughts, So that they pass not to the shrine of sound.

Come, fill the Cup, and in the Fire of Spring The Winter Garment of Repentance fling: The Bird of Time has but a little way To fly-and Lo! the Bird is on the Wing.

A traveler without knowledge is a bird without wings.

Sometimes you just have to jump out the window and grow wings on the way down.

You’ve got to jump off cliffs and build your wings on the way down.

Living at risk is jumping off the cliff and building your wings on the way down.

Jump, and you will find out how to unfold your wings as you fall.