I've Only Been To One Concert In

Your Mind Knows Your Pretending, But, In Terms Of The Adrenaline And The Fact That You Are Actually Crying, And That You Are That Upset, And You Are Screaming, And You Are Simulating Terror, Your Body Does Not Know That It Is Not Real. Your Body Feels Really Wrecked Afterwards.

I'd Love To Be In The '70s. I'd Love To Have A Big, Long Wig Parted Down The Middle With Flat-ironed Hair And Bell-bottoms. They're Actually Very Flattering For My Figure. The Wider The Leg, The Better For A Person With A Booty.

I Could Never Have Thought, "i Wanna Play A Two-headed Woman." That Just Never Would Have Occurred To Me, In A Million Years.

I Remember Feeling The Temperature Change The First Time The Curtain Came Up, The Difference Between The Audience Temperature And The Stage Temperature. I'll Never Forget It.

I Could Feel My Body Temperature - I Knew I Was Bright Red. It Was So Humiliating, I Was So Upset, And It Was Nothing I Had Planned To Do. It Was Just One Of Those Beautiful Moments, The Alchemy Of Acting That Is So Mysterious, Where You Sort Of Go, "how Did That Come Out Of Me?"