It's a good thing that columnists don't make homosexuality their last taboo anymore. But I wish the columnists themselves would come out too.

By the end of the week, if I'm still alive, I get to write whatever I want about it all.

I can't drive, so I can only live in New York, which is fine with me.

In '75, the year both A Chorus Line and Chicago hit Broadway, my head spun around and I became the ultimate theater queen for life.

For years, I've pushed the idea of a column compilation book mainly because it would be easy - I could just staple 'em all together. But publishers have been resistent, feeling the material dates.

I'm deeply driven and want my finger stuck in every pot there is.

In the last few years, the very idea of telling the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth is dredged up only as a final resort when the alternative options of deception, threat and bribery have all been exhausted.