Dying Is an art, like everything else. I do it exceptionally well.

Good to know that if I ever need attention all I have to do is die.

I am myself. That is not enough.

What I fear most, I think, is the death of the imagination.

I am but one more drop in the great sea of matter, defined, with the ability to realize my existence.

Masks are the order of the day - and the least I can do is cultivate the illusion that I am gay, serene, not hollow and afraid.

I collect men with interesting names.