My father had gone to Vietnam.

The military is already sexually integrated.

My job is to stay alive until the medicine and research catch up.

In a sense, having cancer takes you by the shoulders and shakes you.

I was a 16-year-old girl at one point, so of course I wrote poetry.

I would have made different choices. You know, I might have married somebody else.

The worst thing to me would be that you put on the face you think people want to see, and then they don't like it and you think, Would they have liked the real me?