When I act I try to express the suffering or joy I've known during my lifetime.

If I wanted pity, I got it because I'm illegitimate. And when I didn't want it I was mean and nasty.

We miss a lot in life because we don't know when to quit, what to leave out.

I dressed plain, but my partners were always spending more money on clothes than I could afford.

I want affection and tenderness desperately, but there's something in me that prevents me from handing it out.

It has been an ache and a joy both to look over this big shoulder of mine at all my yesterdays.

Though I was a Catholic, I recognized that Protestant churches had something.