Birds fly over the rainbow. Why then, oh, why can't I?

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.

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

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.

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

Hollywood is a strange place if you're in trouble. Everybody thinks it's contagious.

My [singing] style really has no style, because I try to sing each number differently. I’ve always believed that if style takes precedent over the words and music, the audience get’s cheated. It’s like when people see a fine play or movie. They imagine themselves in the leading role. I want them to imagine that they’re singing - not just listening to someone else.