[Calvin Trilllin] is not writing about things that I can criticize. I can call these other people out for what I think they are not doing. There's a big difference.

I think I just felt a sadness at some points in my career that what is available to a straight writer is not available to a gay writer.

Calvin [Trillin] was much more of a mover and a shaker. That's all I'm saying. I was a "weenie." That was another term back then.

I'm persona non grata at the New Yorker.

I believe we really became friends [with Larry Kramer] when we bonded at our fifteenth class reunion in 1972.

Another example of what I have to put up with from him. But there was a time I was mad at all my straight friends when AIDS was at its worst. I particularly hated the New Yorker, where Calvin [Trillin] has published so much of his work. The New Yorker was the worst because they barely ever wrote about AIDS. I used to take out on Calvin my real hatred for the New Yorker.

That's why I tried to kill myself when I was a student [in Yale]. I thought I was the only one there.