To spend your days in the company of naked men - that was the life for me. 'Turn a bit to the left, Jean-Claude. I long to capture the playful quality of your buttocks.

Paul Rudnick is a champion of truth (and love and great wicked humor) whom we ignore at our peril.

She's afraid to tell me anything important, knowing I'll only turn around and write about it. In my mind, I'm like a friendly junkman, building things from the little pieces of scrap I find here and there, but my family's started to see things differently. Their personal lives are the so-called pieces of scrap I so casually pick up, and they're sick of it. More and more often their stories begin with the line "You have to swear you'll never repeat this." I always promise, but it's generally understood that my word means nothing.

I guess my guilty pleasure would be listening to the British audio versions of the 'Harry Potter' books.

They're hungry for something they know nothing about, but we, we know all too well that the price of fame is the loss of privacy.

It's unrealistic to live your life within such strict parameters.

The good thing about being gay was always that you didn't have a wedding. People would say, "He's gay, but at least he didn't make us go to his wedding. He didn't make us fly across the country. He didn't make us choose between the fish and the beef."