“I think being young and, like, 14, 15, you feel like a weirdo, and playing guitar with my grandpa in my grandma’s kitchen is probably my fondest memories I’ll ever have.”

Something ‘Drag Race’ is really good at is portraying us as artists but also human beings. And normal human beings don’t know everything. They don’t have all the answers.

The best way to create emotional or spiritual distance between me and another person is for them to come up to me and go, ‘yaassssss.’

When I’m in drag, I don’t always want to be spoken to, but I love being looked at. Nobody puts that much work into how they look to be ignored.

Dark comedy helped me survive.

I never check my bank account. I know that sounds crazy. But I don’t know how much is in there. I never know how much is in there. I have an idea – I have a bottom line – but I never look because I always make believe there’s never anything in there.

I’m very proud of my career. A lot of people get their career from the judges of ‘Drag Race’ saying they’re great. I had to go and build that reputation from the ground up.

I listened to a lot of what my grandparents listened to: George Jones, Johnny Cash – a lot of old country singers. Patsy Cline.

Mental health and sobriety is not a straight line, and ‘Drag Race’ is a family, and we support our family members through anything.

My favorite drag queens are Tammie Brown and Katya, so I like my drag queens a little left of sanity.

I plan to publicize my breakups and profit from them like other celebrities.

I’ve always said drag queens are like Swiss Army knives. Most come from having to take $50-a-show pay and doing their own costume, wig, music and jokes.

In the real world, people go against my beliefs all the time, and I don’t make it my place to – like, I’m not super confrontational.

I’m always myself. Always. The only difference is that I come off as mean out of drag.

My grandpa was a country singer, and I started learning guitar from him, just at the kitchen table when I was younger, and I got really into it.

As drag queens and as comic people, we listen to our own artistic compass all the time.

I didn’t start drag because I thought it would be a ticket to anything. I did it for my own narcissistic fulfillment. When I started selling records, going on tour, doing TV. I never expected any of it.

For my best poems were all written when I felt the worst. When I was happy, I didn’t write anything.

I can resist everything except temptation.

People magazine with a bag of sour cream and onion chips always makes be feel a bit trashy. But good trashy.

We have to reconceptualize and understand that the act of pursuing our dreams and being our full selves is what allows us to feel alive.

Choices will continually be necessary and — let us not forget — possible. Obedience to God is always possible. It is a deadly error to fall into the notion that when feelings are extremely strong we can do nothing but act on them.

I felt suicidal. I couldn’t stop crying. I remember thinking, wouldn’t it be great if the car crashed and I died?

One single act done with aridity of spirit is worth more than many done with feelings of devotion.

Feeling irritated, restless, afraid, and hopeless is a reminder to listen more carefully.