Human Beings Tolerate What They Understand They

I Believe Only In Art And Failure.

My Private Measure Of Success Is Daily. If This Were To Be The Last Day Of My Life Would I Be Content With It? To Live In A Harmonious Balance Of Commitments And Pleasures Is What I Strive For.

The Kinds Of Good Friends I Have Are People Who Are Perfectly Willing To Have Me Say I'll See Them In Six Months, And Live Right Next Door.

Coming Out, All The Way Out, Is Offered More And More As The Political Solution To Our Oppression.

Conventions, Like Clichés, Have A Way Of Surviving Their Own Usefulness.