When I die I have visions of fags singing 'Over the Rainbow' and the flag at Fire Island being flown at half mast.

In the silence of night I have often wished for just a few words of love from one man, rather than the applause of thousands of people.

If I'm such a legend, then why am I so lonely? Let me tell you, legends are all very well if you've got somebody around who loves you.

People en masse have always been wonderful to me. I truly have a great love for an audience...I want to give them two hours of just pow.

Wouldn`t it be wonderful if we could all be a little more gentle with each other, and a little more loving, have a little more empathy, and maybe we'd like each other a little bit more.

How strange when an illusion dies. It's as though you've lost a child.

I was born in a lovely white house with a garden.