Regret's kind of like a fool's game.
— Willam Belli
I think that drag makes anything better.
I'm aware of the other drag artists with makeup lines, and I celebrate them. The pie is big and there's room for everybody.
Every artist that I've parodied has been cool with it so far. I know one hasn't loved a version of it, but she didn't sue me over it or make me take it down. They've all been pretty cool.
Drag was always looked at as a stepchild, and I wasn't willing to sit at the kid's table anymore so I took what's mine. You can't depend on other people to give you what you want; you have to take it.
I would love to be the John Belushi of drag. He was fearless.
I did an HBO movie called 'Cinema Verite' where I played Candy Darling. That was really, really cool because I got to meet James Gandolfini and Diane Lane and Thomas Dekker.
Well, I wasn't a big Chick-fil-A fan, I guess, I never really knew about them because I'm from Philly and they don't have them there.
My goal with the makeup line was that you wouldn't have to use brushes. Fingers are my favorite thing.
Somebody once said that my look was like if Aileen Wuornos got acquitted and got a book deal. And I was like, 'That's wrong, but it's really funny.' And I've always thought that she was kind of like a gold mine for parody because there's all these things that went wrong in her life.
I've never really considered myself a musician.
Being a fat kid - FFK, former fat kid - helped round me out, no pun intended. I'm a better adult because I wasn't treated well as a child.
Sometimes it's better to make a mark than to hit your mark, and I think I realized that early on.
When someone says, 'I recognize you,' I'll say, 'Congratulations on having a TV.' It's a little joke.
And I've never really been a makeup pro.
I want to keep 'A Star Is Born' with the greatest reverence ever.
I feel bad for my parents for having to raise me. I was crazy.
I'm not a persona, and I'm not a character. I'm always the same person.
I might not have won 'Drag Race,' but I won the Internet.
