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

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.

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

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.

I'm simply reminding you that you're worth more than what you'll find at the bottom of a bottle.

Everything that happens is God's will. When you realize that, you're home free.

It's impossible to translate Wall Street greed into one or two demands.

My favorite episode is where the guy has a relationship with his car. An intimate and sexual and emotional relationship with his car.

I just write when fear overtakes me.

I was reading William Shawcross's biography of the Queen Mother, dressed in my witch outfit! And you know what? It was a really good mix; it was a therapeutic mix.

I don't act to be popular, or see my face on the cover of magazines every time I go out to get coffee. I don't want to think about me all the time, and what I look like.

One stands, in fact, in awe of the Constitution of the United States, though it is an idea and not quite a reality.

Power is all. Another falsification; I do not tell how I gain or maintain it. I only record the ginger stroll through the vaguely fetid garden of its rewards.

Love is doing something you don't want to do for someone you don't particularly like at that moment.