Such figures as Boy George do not disturb me nearly so much as do those relentlessly hetero (sexual?) keepers of the keys and seals, those who know what the world needs in the way of order and who are ready and willing to supply that order.

I often wonder what I'd do if there weren't any books in the world.

There are people in the world for whom "coming along" is a perpetual process, people who are destined never to arrive.

People can cry much easier than they can change, a rule of psychology people like me picked up as kids on the street.

America sometimes resembles, at least from the point of view of a black man, an exceedingly monotonous minstrel show; the same dances, same music, same jokes. One has done (or been) the show so long that one can do it in one’s own sleep.

I met a lot of people in Europe. I even encountered myself.

You don’t have a home until you leave it and then, when you have left it, you never can go back.