“Shakespeare feels very natural to me.”

I’ve been on stage since I was 7. That’s where I’d rather be than anywhere else. Just because you can do a bunch of things doesn’t mean you are a bunch of things.

I’ve seen some very beautiful drag queens.

People make snap judgments about me that are frequently misguided.

I don’t have any delusions of grandeur or delusions of failure. In terms of my work, I’ve got a pretty cold honest eye.

There was one person [opening] the door with a butter knife and another person kicking the door in so I could get a photo. He’s decapitated, but totally nude. And he’s really well-endowed.

It’s a blessing as an artist to express myself – whether that be via dance, via song or via speech – in so many different ways.

I don’t feel complete. It doesn’t feel like the electricity is making its connections

I’m not a performer who will come on stage and tell you everything about my life. It’s just not who I am.

Anything that I do, I try to make it as good as I possibly can.

Part of the success of the show is that the audience sees themselves in the characters, becomes the characters. The more they inhabit the characters, the more they see.

Kirstie [Alley] saved me, in a way. [At the time], I had a terrible marriage, and I stayed at her house.

I loved Jay Thomas as Eddie LeBec. But there was a point where they [thought] maybe we would live together, and I didn’t like the idea of Carla being with somebody because that would make you feel like [you’re] not part of the people in the bar.

I’ve been very fortunate in my collaborators throughout my career.

Stage and film are just two wildly different animals. Why compare the two?

Certainly the life of a dancer is very difficult. The training is very hard and relentlessly grueling.

That was the aura of Cheers: It was special. It was more than TV; you could get people to guest on the show you couldn’t normally get.

The faults of great authors are generally excellences carried to an excess.

Socrates said, our only knowledge was “To know that nothing could be known;” a pleasant Science enough, which levels to an ass Each Man of Wisdom, future, past, or present.

Prejudice is the sole author of infamies: how many acts are so qualified by an opinion forged out of naught but prejudice!

We were not allowed to say, Screw, but we could say, Hump the hostess, because hump is in Shakespeare.

The author of Biographia Literaria was already a ruined man. Sometimes, however, to be a “ruined man” is itself a vocation.

I believe that books, once they are written, have no need of their authors.

Now it is quite clear to me that there are no solid spheres in the heavens, and those that have been devised by the authors to save the appearances, exist only in the imagination.

A scientist’s life, the author says, is indeed conflictual, formed by battles, defeats, and victories: but the adversary is always and only the unknown.