It's always been hard to be gay in Washington.

I was not "shoe." That's a misuse of the term "shoe," which is derived from "white shoe."

I find myself applying the addict's impulse to how I cruise. I don't look at the ass. If I see a hot guy walking towards me I look at his arm, and if he has a vein I fantasize about shooting up with him.

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

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

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

Is it easier for you to have straight friends, Larry [Kramer], since you seem so often disappointed in your gay friends who can't live up to what you expect of them as gay people?