Does fashion matter? Always - though not quite as much after death.

My routines come out of total unhappiness. My audiences are my group therapy.

You know you're getting old when you buy a sexy sheer nightgown and don't know anyone who can see through it.

My body is a temple, and my temple needs redecorating.

my cousin Shirley, who never complains, screamed and screamed when she was having her baby. True, this was just during conception.

The only street I like is Rue Honore de Balzac, because 'Balzac' sound so gay, and I love my gays. I might like Parisians more if they named their streets only for gay icons, like Rue Liza Minnelli or Rue Bette Midler or, my favorite, Rue McClanahan.

If you laugh at it, you can deal with it.