“I remember, when I was young, How easily my mood changed from sad to gay. … But now that age comes, A moment of joy is harder and harder to get.”

A little child paddles a little boat, Drifting about, and picking white lotuses. He does not know how to hide his tracks, And duckweed’s opened up along his path.

Autumn clouds, vague and obscure; The evening, lonely and chill. I felt the dampness on my garments, But saw no spot, and heard no sound of rain.

Two monks sit facing, playing chess on the mountain, The bamboo shadow on the board is dark and clear. Not a person sees the bamboo’s shadow, One sometimes hears the pieces being moved.

Fumes of wine shorten the long road.

A strip of water’s spread in the setting sun, Half the river’s emerald, half is red. I love the third night of the ninth month, The dew is like a pearl; the moon like a bow.

If the Fleeting World is but a long dream, it does not matter whether one is young or old.

Honestly, if the worst these people can say about me is that I’m gay, then I think I’ll be fine. I can handle it.

I’m for gay power, straight power, male power, female power; everybody should feel empowered without oppressing anyone who’s different.

My cousin’s gay, he went to London only to find out that Big Ben was a clock.

Gay marriage acceptance is happening in the blink of an eye.

I do a lot of gay-friendly stuff in my show, and men, women, they all love it. I practice non-judgment in my daily life and hope other people do the same thing.

I believe the gay community is a good group of people but with groups like NAMBLA [a pedophile group] riding on their coattails.

I have had the rich satisfaction of knowing and working with many openly gay and lesbian Americans.

What am I supposed to do if I go bald? Get a wig? Fat, goofy, gay, wig.