Behind every cloud is another cloud.
Audiences have kept me alive.
I think there's something peculiar about me that I haven't died. It doesn't make sense but I refuse to die.
I've never looked through a keyhole without finding someone was looking back.
How strange when an illusion dies. It's as though you've lost a child.
When I die I have visions of fags singing 'Over the Rainbow' and the flag at Fire Island being flown at half mast.