Human Beings Tolerate What They Understand They

Love Is The Terrible Secret People Are Suspected Of Unless They're Married, Then One Always Suspects They Don't.

Every Artist Seems To Me To Have The Job Of Bearing Witness To The World We Live In. To Some Extent I Think Of All Of Us As Artists, Because We Have Voices And We Are Each Of Us Unique.

As A Writer, I Must Be Free To Say What Is In All The Diversity I Can Command. I Regret The Distorting Prejudices That Surround Me, Whether They Affect Homosexuals Or Men Or The Physically Handicapped And I Can't Alone Defeat Them. They Will Not Defeat Me, Either As A Lesbian Or A Writer.

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.