I grew up a witness to gay politics in its early days. I remember seeing Harvey Milk and been moved by him.

My mother goes crazy over babies. Some people just do. They love 'em! I never have. Babies scare me more than anything. They're tiny and fragile and impressionable - and someone else's! As much as I hate borrowing stuff, that is how much I hate holding other people's babies. It's too much responsibility.

The incognito of lower class employment is an effective cloak for any dagger one might wish to hide.

Silence is so often applauded and those who speak out are often called tasteless.

I loved everything. I read everything. Art and poetry and literature and trash and sci fi. I didn't know what I would become yet and I needed to read to figure it out.

That's part of being an artist; you have to be that sensitive.

I always felt like an outsider growing up. In school, I felt like I never fit in. But it didn't help when my mother, instead of buying me glue for school projects, would tell me to just use rice.