I like girls who don't mind that I hang out with my friends.

I treat everyone as a friend, but if they betray me, that's it. They're out of my life in one way or another.

I was pretty much a homebody; didn't really go to school dances, never went to a prom. I was a bit of a loner, a geek.

Being in drag for three months - I now have an idea of what women go through. At least maybe a little.

With all the horror in the world and all the crap that's going on, for an hour and a half you go eat some popcorn and laugh with your friends. That's what a movie is all about.

I said, 'Ooh, Dad, I want the yellow ones.' He said, 'Where?' I said, 'Right there, Dad. I want the yellow ones.' Everybody goes, 'Those are green'. That's how I knew I was colorblind.

Though it's a small price to pay, shaving my head has opened more doors than I ever thought possible.

Theres so much to becoming a woman.

I give people my heart and my full attention.

I was a mechanic at a go-cart place, a deejay at a roller rink, a telemarketer in New York, a grocery bagger.

I'm into classic games like Donkey Kong, and also collect vintage tour t-shirts - everything from Olivia Newton-John to Duran Duran. I've got a Chicago one worth $100.

Oceanic farness treasures tomorrowMingled tears lost in the sea of sorrowOur immortal love will lead us a way When pale days remain cloudy and grey

The truth is no longer hidden. Now people are hidding from the truth

Forming Holiness with filthy hands and heart which leads to a disastrous future is like trying to impress or form when your life is without formation.

There is no curse in Elvish, Entish, or the tongues of Men for this treachery.

You can learn any accent you want. It's a fascinating thing.

As New Zealanders, we've been in on the United Nations from the very beginning, played a role in the drafting of the charter - it means a lot to us that those processes are followed.

Dharma is that which is enjoined by the holy books, followed by the sages, interpreted by the learned and which appeals to the heart.

I never claimed to be a low-maintenance gal, but when I'm writing, it's particularly challenging. I lose things constantly: my watch, my glasses, my papers, my mind.

Even a small match lit in a place of total darkness gives off a blinding light.

For desired conclusions, we ask ourselves, “Can I believe this?”, but for unpalatable conclusions we ask, “Must I believe this?