For me, living means I can be responsive to the other person. It means I can show my emotions and my feelings. Talk to them. Feel with them …

Sometimes you cannot believe what you see, you have to believe what you feel.

The most important thing in life is to learn how to give out love, and to let it come in.

You don't understand. You're not a wave. You're part of the ocean.

The culture we have does not make people feel good about themselves. And you have to be strong enough to say if the culture doesn't work, don't buy it.

The little things, I can obey. But the big things - how we think, what we value - those you must choose yourself. You can't let anyone - or any society - determine those for you.

Although you may be old or sick, it's not too late to take stock and ask yourself if you really are the person you want to be, and if not, who you do want to be.

In the beginning of life, when we are infants, we need others to survive. And at the end of life, we need others to survive. But here's the secret, in between, we need others as well.

Is today the day? Am I ready? Am I doing all I need to do? Am I being the person I want to be?

It's not too late to develop new friendships or reconnect with people.

If you don’t have the support and love and caring and concern that you get from a family, you don’t have much at all.

The dead never truly die. They simply change form.

Enjoy what you are learning and doing. This is one of the hardest concepts in the entire world to understand. Harder yet to put into practice.

I'm not going to be one of those people who sits around talking about what they're going to do. I'm just going to do it. Imagining the future is a kind of nostalgia.

Everyone who knows me knows that I don't have a prejudiced bone in my body.

Unlike the sun, intellectual luminaries shine brightest after they set.

There's just something about being English. When you travel the world you feel more grateful.

Seeing a black transgender woman embracing and loving everything about herself might be inspiring to some other folks.

I remember traffic jams Motor boys and girls with tans Nearly was and almost rans I remember this, this ... At the edge of the continent

It's not appropriate to joke about the Ku Klux Klan.

A form of art that I like is portraiture. I've been thinking about portraiture, and its relationship to writing and literature, biography and autobiography, and so that will be my next thing.