“Writers say two things that strike me as nonsense. One is that you must follow an absolute schedule everyday. If you're not writing well, why continue it? I just don't think this grinding away is u...”

“In the past, when gays were very flamboyant as drag queens or as leather queens or whatever, that just amused people. And most of the people that come and watch the gay Halloween parade, where all ...”

“Sex now seemed a strange thing to me, a social rite that registered, even brought about shifts in the balance of power, but something that was more discussed than performed, a simple emission of fl...”

“There was something stubborn in me that didn't want to lose weight to attract a man. If the right man came along, he'd be able to see my virtues magically. Once he kissed me, the frog would turn in...”

“Gay life is this object out there thats waiting to be written about. A lot of people think weve exhausted all the themes of gay fiction, but weve just barely touched on them.”

“I was lucky to live in New York when it was dangerous and edgy and cheap enough to play host to young, penniless artists. That was the era of "coffee shops" as they were defined in New Yorkcheap re...”

“Every aspect of your life will be enlivened when you start to think and communicate with your heart and mind in cohesive coordinated harmony.”

“I may be deprived of eloquence, but my mind can never be a dumb.”

“Connect and communicate!”

“The difference between what you expect and what you get is the problem.”

“There are people who are generic. They make generic responses and they expect generic answers. They live inside a box and they think people who don't fit into their box are weird. But I'll tell you...”

“Don't let your luggage define your travels, each life unravels differently.”

“Making Love is different form having Sex. While the former recharges you with orgasmic experience, the latter dissipates your energy, leaving you sapless. So act wisely!”

“Along the pavement-colored hall doors stood half open on either side, all the way down; each one was numbered in bright bald tin, each one stood just so much ajar in the gas-lit corridor. Just enou...”