It's all about hope, kindness and a connection with one another.

I hate being called "Liz", because it can sound like such a hiss.

Why shouldn't gay people be able to live as open and freely as everybody else? What it comes down to, ultimately, is love. How can anything bad come out of love? The bad stuff comes out of mistrust, misunderstanding and, God knows, from hate and from ignorance.

I had a hollow leg. I could drink everyone under the table and not get drunk. My capacity was terrifying.

You can't cry on a diamond's shoulder, and diamonds won't keep you warm at night, but they're sure fun when the sun shines.

I've always admitted that I'm ruled by my passions.

You can always avert throwing yourself in front of an oncoming train. There is something that just pulls you away - and it has pulled me away, because I'm not dead yet - just at the brink of impact. Sometimes I have been really grazed by that train.