It’s better to have a gay life of it than to commit suicide.

Why is it that, as a culture, we are more comfortable seeing two men holding guns than holding hands?

Those who matter don’t mind, and those who mind don’t matter.

Be who you are and say what you feel because those who mind don’t matter and those who matter don’t mind. Don’t cry because it’s over. Smile because it happened.

While there’s life, there’s hope.

Anything that raises any internal honesty about gay life is inherently suspect.

My own belief is that there is hardly anyone whose sexual life, if it were broadcast, would not fill the world at large with surprise and horror.

I want my gay life to not wind up on the streets-on Second Avenue. But at the same time, I don’t care if it does.

Gay life in 1970 was very bleak, compartmentalized. You didn’t take it to work. You had to really lead a double life. There were bars, but you sort of snuck in and snuck out. Activism and gay pride simply didn’t exist. I don’t even think the word ‘gay’ was in existence.