I think white gay people feel cheated because they were born, in principle, in a society in which they were supposed to be safe. The anomaly of their sexuality puts them in danger, unexpectedly.

Societies never know it, but the war of an artist with his society is a lover's war, and he does, at his best, what lovers do, which is to reveal the beloved to himself and, with that revelation, to make freedom real.

There is no reason for you to try to become like white people and there is no basis whatever for their impertinent assumption that *they* must accept *you*. The really terrible thing, old buddy, is that you must accept them. And I mean that very seriously. You must accept them and accept them with love.

I'm beginning to think that maybe everything that happens makes sense. Like, if it didn't make sense, how could it happen?

You've got to tell the world how to treat you. If the world tells you how you are going to be treated, you are in trouble.

If I am not what you say I am, then you are not who you think you are.

In order to have a conversation with someone you must reveal yourself.