Music, Somehow, Breaks Through, To Everybody.

The Joke Or The Pratfall Is Easy For Me To Do.

I Love Fashion. I Love Couture. I'm Going To Erect A Shelf In My Bedroom With An Art Light To Be The Spot For The Shoes Of The Month.

I Realize That Once I Stopped Fighting The Technical Process Of How To Move My Body, I Made It Choreography.

I Think Every Human Being Has A Level Of Melancholy In Life And In General.

The Hollywood I Know Has Allowed Me The Opportunity After Opportunity To Keep Doing New Things And Not Send Me Out To Pasture. I Don't Want To Go To Pasture. It's Cold. I'm Allergic To Grass. And The Cows Are Mean.