I was brought up in a tenement house in a working district. We didn't even have a bathroom! We had a gaslight in the hallway and a black-and-white TV.

People ask me so many questions.

I had a number of different labels. A lot of people assumed I was gay because I was wearing a man's suit, and one had to learn that it's OK, people will do that, and you don't always have to explain it one hundred percent, because they're never going to accept what your own interpretation is. It's all illusory.

As a mother, you have that impulse to wish that no child should ever be hurt, or abused, or go hungry, or not have opportunities in life.

Everything is illusory. You cannot label something and feel that that is the beginning, middle, and end of it.

I don't have any interest to go to Israel. I don't think I'd ever have a cause to go.

I have a calling in my soul, if you like, to try to make my life in some way worthwhile. What is the value of my existence?