I'm really not an avowed heterosexual. I'm no more proud of it than of being white or tall.

My father was a pedant and a bully who cared about nobody, and I was not to see him until I was eighteen.

My father, who was from a wealthy family and highly educated, a lawyer, Yale and Columbia, walked out with the benefit of a healthy push from my mother, a seventh grade graduate, who took a typing course and got a secretarial job as fast as she could.

All who love are conspirators.

An essential idea is that if you give to some person or endeavor in life, you will make that more important.

If every time you engage in a sex act, you go into a confession box, you will never accept your own sexuality.

All love is original, no matter how many other people have loved before.