Some days I'm in better control and can navigate my way through stuff, and other days, not so much.
I have never let gender get in my way.
I'm on my way to a place where I'd never dreamed I'd be, and that's perfection.
I'm working my way toward divinity.
I say yes to almost anything that comes my way.
And I wrote my way out of the labyrinth.
I've been clawing my way to directing since I was a kid.
Genius? Nothing! Sticking to it is the genius!. . . I've failed my way to success.
There are a few things that make me angry. Mostly things not going my way.
If I had my way, I'd always be onstage. But I won't always be able to be onstage.
It's not an act, it's just my way.
This directing thing just sort of fell my way and landed in my lap.
Eventually the writing takes time. What I want to do is get the story down and I want to know what happens as I write my way into the knowledge of the story.
I just hope I can spread some of the happiness that's been coming my way.
When I got to Chicago I had to find my way.
I have been known for almost 30 years to sort of do whatever comes my way. It's always been touch-and-go after each job finishes. I just like to be working.
I guess I'm just courtly until people get in my way. You'll find most Southerners are like that.
I'm on my way to happiness, where I can find some peace and rest.
I would rather die having spoken in my way, than live having spoken in yours
Any who stand in my way shall be cut down!
