Respect The Delicate Ecology Of Your Delusions.

I Don't Know What Will Happen To Me Without You. Only You. Only You Love Me. Out Of Everyone In The World.

Being On A Film Set Is Like Being In Tech Forever. In Theater, When You Finally Finish Rehearsing, You Go Onstage And You Do The Lights And The Sets And You Make The Machine Of The Production Work. It Takes Usually About Ten Days In The Theater, Two Or Three Weeks If It's A Really Big Musical. I Mean, It's Hell On Earth. You Just Sit Around Forever While They Adjust The Lights. And Every Playwright With Half A Brain Runs For The Hills When Tech Starts Because It's So Boring, And You Don't Want To Talk To The Director Because The Director Is Running This Giant Machine.

You Have A Strange Relationship With Calamity When You're A Writer: You Write About It; As An Artist, You Objectify And Fetishize It. You Render Life Into Material, And That's A Creepy Thing To Do.

I Don't Feel, Finally, That My Politics Are Entirely Determined By The Fact That I'm A Gay Man.

If You're Gay And You Can't Hold Hands, Or You're Black And You Can't Catch A Taxi, Or You're A Woman And You Can't Go Into The Park, You Are Aware There's A Menace. That's Costly On A Psychic Level. The World Should Be Striving To Make All Its Members Secure.