I like you, but not too much. I don’t want to like anybody too much.

Aloneness and selfness are too important to betray for company.

I may never be happy, but tonight I am content. At times like this I'd call myself a fool to ask for more.

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.

The reason I haven't been writing in this book for so long is partly that I haven't had one decent coherent thought to put down.

It never occurred to me to say no.

The one thing I was good at was winning scholarships and prizes, and that era was coming to an end.