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’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.
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 equality that we are all entitled to, as citizens of this democracy, can’t be avoided by some religious dogma of a President who’s is supposed to believe in the notion of separation of church and state. And he frankly doesn’t.
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.
To give them what I never had heals me. Some days I look at them and almost start to cry. I think, How can I love them more than I did the day before? But it keeps growing.
Culture is defined, really, by the artists who record what the everyday experience is like and then translate it to a common piece of art that all people can respond and relate to.
