Men aren't necessities. They're luxuries.
Gay guys like a certain kind of woman. They like a flamboyant woman that's broken. They like a balls-to-the-wall woman, motherly but not; sexual but not. Gay guys are like this: they either love you or they don't even know you're on the planet. Once you have them, you have them.
The trouble with some women is that they get all excited about nothing - and then marry him.
Men should be like Kleenex, soft, strong and disposable.
Husbands are like fires - they go out when they're left unattended.
If grass can grow through cement, love can find you at every time in your life.
I keep coming back because I have no place else to go. What else would I do? I love to sing.
I think I am a product of my mother's sensibilities and my mother's values. There has been lots of battling and lots of love and it's never an easy road for us. But in the deepest recesses, I do have my mother's values.