I won't be alive so I won't care who finds me.

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.

Art finds her own perfection within, and not outside of, herself.She is not to be judged by any external standard of resemblance.

All the goodness beauty and perfection of a human being belong to the one who knows how to recognize these qualities.

I love doing both theater and television.

I mean, I never liked being told what to do. It's one of the reasons I dropped out of school.

Never let yourself get fooled by the same pitcher on the same pitch on the same day.

How much filth there is in the church, even among those who, in the priesthood, should belong entirely to Him. How much pride, how much self-sufficiency.

In elite, primarily white institutions, there are many blacks who have white wives. So much so that sometimes there is almost the assumption that I would be married to a white woman.

We do not make art. We have unnamable motors and dangerous impulses that occupy our thoughts.

Go into the sport because you have fun doing it, not because of 'what ifs' and dreams of gold medals. That way, no matter what happens, you win.

The body is not a thing, it is a situation: it is our grasp on the world and our sketch of our project