I think sincerity was my sole aesthetic and realism my experimental technique.

San Francisco is where gay fantasies come true, and the problem the city presents is whether, after all, we wanted these particular dreams to be fulfilled--or would we have preferred others? Did we know what price these dreams would exact? Did we anticipate the ways in which, vivid and continuous, they would unsuit us for the business of daily life? Or should our notion of daily life itself be transformed?

Paris... is a world meant for the walker alone, for only the pace of strolling can take in all the rich (if muted) detail.

Ive always seen writing as a way of telling the truth. For me, writing is about truth. I have always tried to be faithful to my own experience.

In writing one draws in the rest, the forgotten parts.

The imagination is not the consolation people pretend. It can even be regarded as the admission of some sort of failure.

When we are young... we often experience things in the present with a nostalgia-in-advance, but we seldom guess what we will truly prize years from now.