I was at the tail end of the family. The next brother along was already seven years older than me. I remember growing up by myself, playing games by myself.

I have thought for a long time that the way my clothes hang on me is more important than me inside them.

I went to the top of Vesuvius and looked in.

The head has its confines. The head’s got those all right, and the heart. The heart has its reasons.

Fashion is fickle, and I was published because I was fashionable. Because I was gay.

Happy is what you realize you are a fraction of a second before it's too late.

Words are like untying a corset - you can move into this great space with them.