Margaret Cho

Any type of love is all right. It's your hate that you have to watch.

I have learned to love that which is meant to harm me, so that I can stand in the way of those who are less strong. I can take the bullets for those who aren't able to.

Love is the big booming beat which covers up the noise of hate.

Ugly. Is irrelevant. It is an immeasurable insult to a woman, and then supposedly the worst crime you can commit as a woman. But ugly, as beautiful, is an illusion.

Thankfully, beauty is easier to remove than apply, and a swipe of demaquillage in the right direction and you are you once again.

Politics has less to do with where you live than where your heart is.

Some people are that - more than a parent, more than a role model, more than anything less than a religion.

Maybe I wanted to hear it so badly that my ears betrayed my mind in order to secure my heart.

If we have the opportunity to be generous with our hearts, ourselves, we have no idea of the depth and breadth of love's reach.

Sometimes when we are generous in small, barely detectable ways it can change someone else's life forever.

Try to put your happiness before anyone else's, because you may never have done so in your entire life, if you really think about it, if you are really honest with yourself.

Try to love someone who you want to hate, because they are just like you, somewhere inside, in a way you may never expect, in a way that resounds so deeply within you that you cannot believe it.

I love drugs, but I hate hangovers, and the hatred of the hangover wins by a landslide every time.

People drain me, even the closest of friends, and I find loneliness to be the best state in the union to live in.

Privacy and security are those things you give up when you show the world what makes you extraordinary.

The incognito of lower class employment is an effective cloak for any dagger one might wish to hide.

The first thing you lose on a diet is brain mass.

When people think the world of you, be careful with them.

I’m not going to die because I failed as someone else. I’m going to succeed as myself.

Just because you are blind, and unable to see my beauty doesn't mean it does not exist.

I am so beautiful, sometimes people weep when they see me. And it has nothing to do with what I look like really, it is just that I gave myself the power to say that I am beautiful, and if I could do that, maybe there is hope for them too. And the great divide between the beautiful and the ugly will cease to be. Because we are all what we choose.

It’s like your batteries get low, and you need to charge them on someone else’s story.

Success is meaningless if you can't sleep at night because of harsh things said, petty secrets sharpened against hard and stony regret, just waiting to be plunged into the soft underbelly of a 'friendship.'