Many times I feel different like a different person.

The allusion was that I was actually naked. I loved that. It always, kind of shocked people enough that they became mine immediately.

I try to swim every damn day I can, and I've learned to scuba dive and snorkel.

What is love but a prelude to sorrow...with heartache ahead for your goal.

I do love to sing Jacques Brel songs, intensely. I get terribly excited, just by reading a couple of lines in any one of his songs.

What kept me sane was knowing that things would change, and it was a question of keeping myself together until they did.

I know I'm different, but I don't think about it.