I'm tired of malicious articles slandering me.

My nose was part of my heritage, and if I had talent to sing and to act, why wasn't that enough?

I must have got my detailed, obsessive streak from my father, who was an English teacher, because my mother wasn't like me at all.

He (son Jason) doesn't see me as a (gay) icon, he sees me as his mother who touches his hair too much. No, I love being an icon to anybody. Equal rights, you know?

The artist as citizen is here to stay.

When I was a teenager in New York, I was buying antique clothes. I still am.

When they tried me out as a host on TV, I found that I just couldn't be that gregarious person. I was stranger than that.