He was a hermit with a family. I have a bit of that in me. My sister and brother, too. We're not lonely. You don't long for people's company, you long for solitude.

Do you forget that I am your sister?”
“No; I’ve never been granted the opportunity to forget it.

I left my family, and I left my brother and sister, and I went and lived my dream. I saw everybody, but is it ever enough?

Make a wish," said Indigo.
Rose made a wish and then asked, "Why?"
"That's what I always do. Wish on the moving ones."
"Does it matter how fast they move?"
"I don't think so."
"Can you wish on airplanes, too?"
"Oh, yes.

I didn't set out to be an icon, to save the lesbians of the world. But women were hungry. We were starving for someone who talked about what we were thinking and feeling. And somehow I stumbled into a clearing -- here are some things I found that maybe would be useful -- and I flew them out like model airplanes.

I think there's a sickness in the world. People are sick at heart and mind and spirit. People are just, 'Oh God, none of this belongs to me. Not this government, not this thing called America, not the decisions made about my life.' There's a sense of estrangement that's with us again.