I had no administrative function at the New Yorker. I am what we used to call in construction back in Kansas City where I grew up "a dog-ass subcontractor."

There was a lot really awful about that time [in fifties] if you were gay.

"Shoe" just meant you were a big jock on campus no matter what field you were in.

Some people say you have to be a Christian to be saved. I had to stop being Christian to be saved.

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

I could appear in this million-word book [Larry Kramer] are working on. Nobody would even notice me.

We didn't know each other [with Larry Kramer at Yale], but we had a lot of mutual friends.