“Behind every cloud is another cloud.”

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

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.

Audiences have kept me alive.

When you have lived the life I’ve lived, when you’ve loved and suffered, and been madly happy and desperately sad — well, that’s when you realize you’ll never be able to set it all down. Maybe you’d rather die first.

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

The greatest treasures are those invisible to the eye but found by the heart.

You are never so alone as when you are ill on stage. The most nightmarish feeling in the world is suddenly to feel like throwing up in front of four thousand people.

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.

I’ve been in love with audiences all my life, and I’ve tried to please. I hope I did.

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.

Soon the sun beams will smile through. Before you jump out of that bed, just know, the thought of you was the first thing that hit my head.

I think there’s something peculiar about me that I haven’t died. It doesn’t make sense but I refuse to die.

If I’m such a legend, then why am I so lonely? If I’m such a legend, then why do I sit at home for hours staring at the damned telephone, hoping it’s out of order, even calling the operator asking her if she’s sure it’s not out of order?

My life, my career has been like a roller coaster. I’ve either been an enormous success or just a down-and-out failure.

For it was not into my ear you whispered, but into my heart. It was not my lips you kissed, but my soul.

He gave me a look at myself I’ve never had before. He saw something in me nobody else ever did. He made me see it too. He made me believe it.

I yearn for the hues of grey along with the rumbling clouds bunched together as an alluring bouquets. I relish those days basking in the crisp air away from sun rays.

I will clamber through the clouds and exist.

All shadows of clouds the sun cannot hide like the moon cannot stop oceanic tide; but a hidden star can still be smiling at night’s black spell on darkness, beguiling.

Why is Cloud 9 so amazing? What is wrong with Cloud 8?

Every cloud has a silver lining. But an irony resides, as the cloud grows & cries. Turns white into grey and let’s go off the things, It can’t hold for life.

The clouds in my head are raining hell today.

Over the horizon, underneath the clouds, beyond the stars, and close to the moon. I have spent almost all my life waiting for someone like you.

We broke away from each other like clouds after a storm. But the sun never reappeared for me and I don’t know what to do with all this rain.