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A kiss, when all is said, what is it? A rosy dot placed on the 'I' in loving; Tis a secret told to the mouth instead of to the ear.
With me it's the whole thing, it's the conceit, the idea, what the poem is saying. And it goes on just as long as is necessary to say what needs to be said.
I sort of write onstage. I'll throw an idea out there, like Home Depot, and just start talking about it.
What we can do as individuals may not be very much on the global scale, but we have to start the change by living as we are teaching.
The way I like to start a new project is to take a cover song and make a stab at it, ideally one that has nothing to do with the people in the room.
Part of me looks at the gay movement now and worries that we're losing our individuality.
My days, if they start in the morning with a cuddle from my son, are just so much more glorious than they were prior to that.
If I got something to say or do to a man, I'm going to look that man in the eye and tell him what is going to happen. That's just me now.
People just usually think I'm someone else. They'll look at me twice, and I'll just say, 'Not Ellen Page.'
