Somewhere over the rainbow, skies are blue, and the dreams that you dare to dream really do come true.

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

I've never looked through a keyhole without finding someone was looking back.

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.

As for my feelings toward "Over the Rainbow", it's become part of my life. It is so symbolic of all dreams and wishes that I'm sure that's why people sometimes get tears in their eyes when they hear it.

Velveeta: you can eat it - or wax your car with it!

If you have to be in a soap opera try not to get the worst role.