Broadway shows in New York draw two times the attendance of all New York sports teams put together.

When Elvis made his mass-media debut on 'The Ed Sullivan Show' - his notorious gyrations filmed only from the waist up - I fell off the family chaise longue with delight.

Society drives people crazy with lust and calls it advertising.

His life was one long extravaganza, like living inside a Faberge egg.

Criticism is a life without risk.

Like the tail fins on fifties American cars or the parabolic shapes of Populuxe furniture, 'West Side Story' incarnates the dream of momentum in the golden age of the twentieth century.

Death of a Salesman' is a brilliant taxonomy of the spiritual atrophy of mid-twentieth-century white America.

Accustomed to the veneer of noise, to the shibboleths of promotion, public relations, and market research, society is suspicious of those who value silence.

Although the 'New York Times' annually declares that Broadway is on its deathbed, news of its demise is greatly exaggerated. There's a lot of life yet in the old tart.

Dame Edna is that rarest sighting in our time of the absolute comic, an inspired personification of caprice whose comedy answered the primal call to take the audience for a tumble.

Nobody has ever gone broke selling escape to the American public.

Your words hurt, Jazz. They hurt like cotton balls thrown in my direction.

Everybody was sorta going to sleep twards the end of 1983, and I felt that they had to be woken up!

Listen when your heart speaks.

He is my unicorn, though... That's how I felt falling in love with him, as if I'd found a creature of myth.

Some women are smarter than men, and some aren't. But to suggest to women that they deserve dominance instead of equality is at best a cheap applause line.

EXTINCTION, n. The raw material out of which theology created the future state.

My step-mom would tell me that she would get complaints from adults that I stared too much at them.

I didn't realize that everyone was so attracted to my hair. I thought, well what about my music?

The only possible regret I have is the feeling that I will die without having played enough tennis.

Will I obliterate national debt? Sure, why not?