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

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

Every man wants to feel that his woman would love him apart from anything else.

My dearest friend in the movement is Jack Nichols. If there were no such thing as gay or straight, we would still talk and share experiences till the end of time.

All who love are conspirators.

We have many cases of men committing suicide rather than face their own individuality. I know of no case of a woman who committed suicide because she was gay.

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.