I Always Think Of Myself

Love Is Something Sent From Heaven To Worry The Hell Out Of You.

You Can't Just Wish To Be A Millionaire; You Have To Figure Out How To Earn It.

Wouldn't It Be Something If We Could Have Things We Love In Abudance Without Their Losing That Special Attraction The Want Of Them Held For Us.

Having A Big Gay Following, I Get Hate Mail And Threats. Some People Are Blind Or Ignorant, And You Can't Be That Prejudiced And Hateful And Go Through This World And Still Be Happy.

I Think God Gave Us Talent Because He Screwed Up Our Hair