The computer, the noise of the computer feels like impatience. It's sort of the sound of impatience to me.

Nothing's lost forever.

What makes the voice pathetic is that it doesn't know what kind of people it's reaching. Us. No one hears it, except us. This Age wanted heroes. It got us instead: carefully constructed, but immobile. Subtle but, unfit to take up the burden of the times. It happens. A whole generation of washouts. History says stand up, and we totter and collapse, weeping, moved, but not sufficient.

I don't know what will happen to me without you. Only you. Only you love me. Out of everyone in the world.

Gay TV has been immensely important in transforming American culture in a more gay-positive direction.

I'm not an experimental artist. I have no talent for that. I need a certain kind of antecedent form to follow.

I hate America. I hate this country. It’s just big ideas, and stories, and people dying, and people like you. The white cracker who wrote the national anthem knew what he was doing. He set the word 'free' to a note so high nobody can reach it. That was deliberate. Nothing on earth sounds less like freedom to me. You come to room 1013 over at the hospital, I'll show you America. Terminal, crazy and mean. I live in America, that’s hard enough, I don’t have to love it. You do that. Everybody’s got to love something.