What worse illness can there be than acute conventionality. You should pray every night that you don't wake up with it.

It wouldn't have mattered to my mother if I married a black, was gay, lived in a commune or wore a dress.

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

As I said, men value their independence in a weird way, above practically everything.

All who love are conspirators.

Finally, fighting for gay rights, speaking out in various places and making friends, men and women, was great.

Coming out to gays is a way of affirming sanity and self-worth.