My name is CHL. That's Charles Haas Layfield.
The bottom line as far as I was concerned was presenting to the public who Gerry Ferraro was.
My real name is Uzoechi Emenike.
The public is entitled to know whether or not I am married to Jack The Ripper.
Myrna could spend happy hours browsing bookcases. She felt if she could just get a good look at a person’s bookcase and their grocery cart, she’d pretty much know who they were.
Hey, guess who's gay? The Green Lantern from the comic books. Today Mitt Romney knocked him down and shaved his head.
First of all my real full name is Lloyd Vernet Bridges III.
your handwriting. the way you walk. which china pattern you choose. it's all giving you away. everything you do shows your hand. everything is a self portrait. everything is a diary.
A signature always reveals a man's character - and sometimes even his name.
Privacy and security are those things you give up when you show the world what makes you extraordinary.
We love fantasy novels in which the characters think that they're peasants but turn out to be princes and kings.
The moment to tell my barber I was gay just never came up.
He just stood there, looking at me, as if I had actually changed before his eyes. But this was the girl I'd been all along. I'd just hidden her well.
I am no longer able to be anonymous.
I would just turn into a giant pair of lips. "Oh God! There he is! It's Lip-Man!"
You can call me Agent Mickelson,' he told me with a smile. 'What about you? Is Max short for something? Maxine?' 'No, Dean. It's just Max.
