It's so hard to listen to these trains outside my window, here it comes again. And it's calling me, begging me, follow me down the track. And it moans so dark and low, baby ain't comin' back... It sounds like crying, it sounds like letting go. Breathing and lying, sinking and dying slow. And I watch from my window, touching the cold glass sky. As the train rolls down the track, I say goodbye.

When I grew up, there were no songs about gay people.

Life is full of wonder, love is never wrong.

The subject and the reality of having children came at the height of my career.

I hope that you know in your heart how you feel about things, and you don't let the people that live on fear and hate govern the way you live.

The sign says do not enter, no trespassing allowed. With visions of redemption I walk against the crowd.

Chemotherapy tests your sanity.