Sometimes I look back at myself and remember things I used to say, or my hairstyle, and I cringe.

When the day is done the most important thing is loving people and sharing love.

Unbelievable, George Michael has died at the age of 53. RIP.This dreadful year goes on and on.So sad, a real talent.

People want to hear the dirt. But this is not really anything I want to talk about.

If you have to ask for something more than once or twice, it wasn't yours in the first place. And that's hard to accept when you love someone.

I think they were scared of me because I was different.

This will be a revolution of inquiring further, of not worrying about winning other people's approval, of not wishing you were someone else but perfectly content to be who you are. Someone unique, and rare, and fearless. I want to start a revolution of love.