I don't have to answer. Until you know the question.

Cut the ending. Revise the script. The man of her dreams is a girl.

This is my vision-what I imagine I'll pass through on my way to the light. The blue sky, the clouds, the rays of light.

...the man of my dreams is a girl.

Really? It seems too good to be true. I don't trust it. I don't trust anyone.

Your failures and your faults, they stick with you. They glob into ugly, cancerous growths inside you and make you want to die.

Me? I had no dreams. No longings. Dreams only set you up for disappointment. Plus, you had to have a life to have dreams of a better life.

No one ever found out what was happening inside me. How the pain was eating me away. No one ever came to my rescue, or stood up for me.

What's the point of living if you don't belong anywhere?

What you see, isn't always what you get

Is that all I am? A friend?" "Of course not," I say. "I love you." "Am I the only one?" she asks. "Yes. Completely." First, last, and always.

Go forward in your beliefs and teachings, educate the open-minded and be humble to the ones who aren’t.

Boys, men, " she said. "They're all the same. They think that this [their manhood] is something special and they're all so proud of it. They do not know how ridiculous it is.

I feel like people just let each other live a little more in New York.

Working on the Dave Chappelle show was amazing.

When we play, we must realize, before anything else, that we are out to make money.

If you see me up there on the stand smiling, I'm lost!

As long as you can start, you are all right. The juice will come.

Beaujolais is the only white wine that happens to be red.

I never experiment with anything in my books. Experimentation means you don't know what you're doing.

The White House press corps isn't there at a press briefing. It's not... They're not news gatherers there. There really isn't any media.