I did a lot of fast talking as a youth; I was pretty good at it. I was never talked into it - I was always the one doing the talking.

Average. It was the worst, most disgusting word in the English language. Nothing meaningful or worthwhile ever came from that word.

Life can take so many twists and turns. You can’t ever count yourself out. Even if you’re really afraid at some point, you can’t think that there’s no room for you to grow and do something good with your life.

I justified it in so many ways. I had a very, very long and difficult struggle with my sexuality.

She'd tell me how she'd handle the backhanded compliment by smiling and pretending she was receiving a genuine compliment all the while ignoring their attempt to be insulting. After all, it's the way an insult is received that makes it an insult. You can't really give offense unless someone takes it.

Healing comes from love. And loving every living thing in turn helps you love yourself.

I've had so many interviews where the last question is, Are you gay? I had to find very creative ways to say that I was gay, but that I wasn't going to talk about it.