The stage floor was a stage of thin ice for me to tread. To hold my own or to sink through and die, never to be remembered.

It’s all about falling in love with yourself and sharing that love with someone who appreciates you, rather than looking for love to compensate for a self love deficit.

The price we pay for being ourselves is worth it.

I've never felt that fear is my enemy. Fear is my friend. It offers me a chance to stay alert, keep growing, continue creating something new. If you don't take that sort of risk, you learn nothing.

A man has always wanted to lay me down but he never wanted to pick me up.

I have used all the manure that has been thrown on me as fertilizer to make me stronger.

I fall in love with myself, and I want someone to share it with me. And I want someone to share me, with me.

I am learning all the time. The tombstone will be my diploma.

My recipe for life is not being afraid of myself, afraid of what I think or of my opinions.

My house was bugged. They couldn't find any information on me being a subversive because I happen to love America; I just don't like some of the things the government is doing.

Don't depend on other people to be responsible for you. Don't make yourself stressed out over nonsensical things like material things.

In business everyone is out to grab, to fight, to win. Either you are the under or the over dog. It is up to you to be on top.

Too easy to lose the way. Too hard to keep from unraveling when there’s nothing to remind you of who you are and where you should be. Another eternity passes in the flick of an eyelash.

Silence in the face of injustice is complicity with the opressor.

It's easier to apologize than ask for permission.

Occasionally a student writer comes up with something really beautiful and moving, and you won't know for years if it was an accident or the first burst of something wonderful.

When a person goes into a relationship emotionally needy, they are not going to have discernment in choosing people.

I would not wish to marry someone who had already been married. It would be,' she opined, 'like having someone else break in one's own pony.

Love, and a cough, are not concealed.

Dare to be honest and fear no labor. ... Opera is where a man gets stabbed in the back, and instead of dying, he sings.