Fear and hatred do not seem to find expression in tears.

In England, nobody's your friend.

Whenever we confront an unbridled desire we are surely in the presence of a tragedy-in-the-making.

People say to me, "When did you come out?" But I was never in! When I was about six, I was swanning around the house in clothes that belonged to my mother and my grandmother which I'd found in an attic, saying, "I am a beautiful princess!" What my parents thought of this, I don't know. But they bore it. And the real problem was not my sin, but my unemployability.

I don't think I have a tragic demeanor.

England is very dreary, but I'm a people person.

In Manhattan, when you're out of the front door, you're on, and you have to be ready to smile and speak to people.