Having red hair is never good when you're a kid. I was picked on a lot and didn't have a lot of friends. But I think that gave me a thick skin and helped make me a better person.

Angels, pixies, faerie dust Treading love and living lust.

I could smell myself awake with that coffee.

The definition of marriage cannot be disputed. It's right there in black and white and it's been the same since the start of Wikipedia.

You left , and my heart is a ceaseless sermon of loneliness.

I don't have that kind of voice, the big baritone or rousing tenor sound. My wheelhouse was in the frothier pieces. So my appreciation for those older musicals and revivals grew.

I'm so in love, every time I look at you my soul gets dizzy.

I'm holding a teardrop for a friend Until his heartache and misery end.

I have lots of Scottish blood and know that my family name is Scottish. At my home in the States I have a tartan crest but, unfortunately, I do a terrible Scottish accent.

I did my New York debut at 21. It was “On the Town” at the George Gershwin Theatre. New York is my artistic home.

Me being a shy kid, very closed off, showing vulnerability in a character was sort of a safe space on stage. It's always been in my toolbox, there for me when I need it.

For as long as I am your mother and you are my only child, i will worry and hope and pray for you. Do not ask the impossible.

An amazing gift in a young child is, in some ways, an abnormality.

A phoenix ain't nuthin' but a burd.

All paths are the same, leading nowhere. Therefore, pick a path with heart!

Trivializing the Holocaust is the last thing I want to do.

Her skin tasted expensive.

I've been married for 17 years and you know how the actors say, "It's really technical. Those scenes are not sexy. They're just so technical. It's like work." And I'm like, "That's bullshit."

Everything about yesterday has gone with yesterday. Today, it is needed to say new things.

Sinful and forbidden pleasures are like poisoned bread; they may satisfy appetite for the moment, but there is death in them at the end.

Philologists, who chase A painting syllable through time and space Start it at home, and hunt it in the dark, To Gaul, to Greece, and into Noah's Ark.