I don't know how to answer. I know what I think, but words in the head are like voices underwater. They are distorted.

Everyone thinks their own situation most tragic. I am no exception.

While I can’t have you, I long for you. I am the kind of person who would miss a train or a plane to meet you for coffee. I’d take a taxi across town to see you for ten minutes. I’d wait outside all night if I thought you would open the door in the morning. If you call me and say ‘Will you…’ my answer is ‘Yes’, before your sentence is out. I spin worlds where we could be together. I dream you. For me, imagination and desire are very close.

My books always begin with a sentence and an image - not necessarily connected.

A homosexual is further away from a woman than a rhinoceros.

How many of us want any of us to see us as we really are?

The pain is when the dreams change, as they do, as they must.