It was brief, swift, and then it was done. It was a professional job. I needed to be kissed, and I was kissed.

I had to go to a mirror and look at it. I couldn't picture myself in my own head. I had no image beyond a stick figure. I wasn't a mean person as a kid, or dumb, and something has to be said to justify excluding you.

I was not particularly bright, I wasn't very athletic, I was a little too tall, odd, funny looking, I was just really weird as a kid.

I don't think it takes a brain surgeon to understand how to read a story.

I wanted to seem completely invisible but whenever you're saying someone else's words and relaying the story of someone else's life, it's not you.

Even, today, when people tell me I'm beautiful, I do not believe a word of it.

The argument about marriage equality will one day seem as arcane and shocking to us as the fact that Rosa Parks had to get up and go to the back of the bus.