The most memorable night of The Judy Garland Show for me was the night my mother pulled me out of the audience and sang to me onstage.

Instead of joyfully looking forward to my birth, my mother began systematically preparing for her own death. She was fatalistic.

When I look back at The Judy Garland Show, I have such mixed feelings. It broke my mother's heart when they canceled it.

My mother wasn't rational those last years; if she had been, she would have been horrified by her own behavior.

One trait of addictive families is that we never recognize our own addictions.

I guess the only way I could describe myself is someone that lives right in the present.

A gay man has no business leading on a heterosexual woman.