I've heard other gay people say when they were growing up they felt 'foreign.' Growing up, I was able to label these feelings as: 'I'm a Protestant.' It wasn't until I left, I thought: 'Oh, those weren't Protestant feelings.'

All my day is spent dealing with other people. When I come home I like it to be empty. The presence of others in my house kind of annoys me. I love coming home and shutting the doors. I feel brain dead. I'm relatively available, but not to live with.

You don't want money to make you a social freak where you can only hang out with rich people.

I am camp. Lots of gay men can't cope with their campness. They are in denial about it.

I think the word is adult!

I'd like to retire at 50 but I don't want to sell papers in the middle of London on a Zimmer.

Do I have more depth than I'm given credit for? No!