I have a wig for when I go outside among the regular folks, so they don't feel uncomfortable because I have a Day-Glo color somewhere in my hair.

Everyone—whether straight, gay, lesbian, bisexual or transgender—should be allowed to show their true colors, and be accepted and loved for who they are.

I lucked out when I started to sing. I'd already experienced failing at everything else.

Your own shoes are hard enough to fill, but somebody else's are even tougher.

On my darkest days, I wear my brightest colors.

I learned jazz; that comes from blues. I learned rock; that comes from blues. I learned pop; that comes from blues. Even dance, that comes from blues, with the answer-and-response.

Goonies are good enough, good enough for me