I understand that when people read my books that there's something there - but I don't identify with it.

There are times when the law jeopardizes those who obey it.

Well, fear and homophobia are both pervasive.

Literature is that which denounces and slashes apart the repressing machine at the level of the signified.

Perhaps if human desire is said out loud, the urban planes, the prisons, the architectural mirrors will take off, as airplanes do. The black planes will take off into the night air and the night winds, sliding past and behind each other, zooming, turning and turning in the redness of the winds, living, never to return.

I find waiting unbearable because it makes me passive and negates me. I hate being nothing.

We get on the bandwagon in all sorts of ways - you know minor ways and major ways - like what you've just encountered which isn't censorship exactly, it was something sort of uglier in a way.