I Have The Sense That If I

Death Is Not Soft-mouthed, Vague-footed, Nearby. It Is In The Hall.

You Really Can’t Write Unless You Read. You Have To Know What The Game Is All About.

Often Writing Is Like A Struggle To Get Back To A Kind Of Belated, Quite Impure Virginity.

I Have Aids. I Am Surprised That I Do. I Have Not Been Exposed Since1977, Which Is To Say That My Experience, Myadventures In Homosexuality Took Place Largely In The1960s And '70s, And Back Then I Relied On Time And Abstinence To Indicate My Degree Of Freedom From Infectionand To Protect Others And Myself.

I Feel Sorry For The Man Who Marries You... Because Everyone Thinks You're Sweet And You're Not.