It's Thursday and it really feels like a Thursday. Sometimes things just work out.
I wouldn't live with me, believe me. I'm moody.
In the '70s, the gay movement was really making strides. Huge strides. And then AIDS came along and slapped a judgment on it all and the Right Wing religious movement was like, 'See. This is why, we told you. ' And it pushed back the movement 30 years.
I knew the full 'Judy Garland Carnegie Hall' double album set at age 2. And then my mother wondered why I was gay. I was like, 'Are you nuts? You would make me get on the table to sing Judy Garland songs and you're upset?
Who do you think I am, Pete Rose? I don't bet. I come from a long line of compulsive gamblers. Gambling scares me.
I'm crass, contemptuous and crude, obstreperous, obnoxious, rambunctiously raw and rude.
Look, you're either loved or hated. Which is a good thing, as Bette Davis used to say.
I write, not for children,but for the child-like, whether they be of five, or fifty, or seventy-five.
Women love always: when earth slips from them, they take refuge in heaven.
We did not go to war in Afghanistan or in Iraq to, quote, 'impose democracy. ' We went to war in both places because we saw those regimes as a threat to the United States.
Outward failure may be a manifested variant of inward success.