If I was gay, there would be no closet. You would never see the closet I came out of. Why? Because I’d have burned it for kindling by the time I was twelve… If I was gay, at this stage of the game?age 37, aging alternative icon?I’d be taking out ads.

At the age of five years to enter a spinning-cotton or other factory, and from that time forth to sit there daily, first ten, then twelve, and ultimately fourteen hours, performing the same mechanical labour, is to purchase dearly the satisfaction of drawing breath. But this is the fate of millions, and that of millions more is analogous to it.

I was taking a nose dive somewhere between eleven and twelve because my sister had died and I was practicing something that siblings do which is follow in their footsteps and die as well.

In an old house in Paris that was covered with vines 74 lived twelve little girls in two straight lines.

I started taking acting classes when I was twelve.

In every committee of twelve, one will love you and one will betray you.