It's written into the Constitution that you're allowed to pursue happiness. In England it would be considered a frivolous objective.

I am told that you regret not what you did but what you didn't do; and so that's why I do everything, so as not to have any regrets.

As a test of the closeness of your relationship with the world, sex could never be a patch on being murdered. (That's when someone really does risk his life for you.)

I've never not been famous.

Never sweep. After four years the dirt gets no worse.

The worst part of being gay in the twentieth century is all that damn disco music to which one has to listen.

Everybody who's been on television more than once wears in public an expression of fatuous affability. Because you may be addressed at any moment by somebody.