When you're happy for yourself, it fills you. When you're happy for someone else, it pours over.
America is White and Black and Latino and Asian. America is mixed. America is immigrants.
I think I've always been paranoid.
One of the things I had to really wrap my head around is I have no control over what people call me: advocate, activist, gay, Filipino, undocumented person, gay person with an Asian face and Latino name.
The last thing reporters and editors want to be told is what to do and how to write. They don't want to be some politically correct, Orwellian, kind of like "you're telling me how to write about. . . ?"
The hardest stories we tell are always about ourselves. How do you explain that you have been missing your mother for 20 years? I don't know how to explain that to you. I wasn't even sure I wanted to film that, because I don't know how I felt about it. I didn't want to put her through it, and I frankly wasn't ready. Because since I was 16, I just had created my own life for myself, you know? I left when I was 12. I'm 32. And I have gotten to know my mother more through editing her and looking and watching and editing her footage, you know.
I like Q&A's better than articles sometimes because I feel like I'd rather hear somebody actually talk or wrestle with.
Only in the stillness of detachment can the soul yield up her secrets.
It is a trite but true definition that examples work more forcibly on the mind than precepts.
I have to be able to love somebody except myself and the theater.
That's what my books are, now that I'm a grownup - mosaics of jokes.