All I do is lie, and that has made me immune to compliments.

I've often lost faith in myself, I've never lost it in my family.

The landscape is best described as 'pedestrian hostile.' It's pointless to try to take a walk, so I generally just stay in the room and think about shooting myself in the head.

People discuss their relationships all the time, but you can't. I don't think people realize how harmful that is, how it twists you up to hide who you are. It's not healthy, and the great gains that homosexuals have made in my lifetime, I think that we'll look back in twenty or thirty years and say, "I can't believe we ever made them go through that."

I hate you' she said to me one afternoon. 'I really, really hate you.' Call me sensitive, but I couldn't help but take it personally.

He looked as though his life had not only passed him by but paused along the way to spit in his face.

Sometimes with 'The New Yorker,' they have grammar rules that just don't feel right in my mouth.