“Secrets can't consume you,
but watch for the shame
that closes your lips in the first place.”
“When you feel the thorns popping out of your face, you know you are going through the labor pains of releasing shame.”
Source: The Unfolding: A Journey of Involution
“You don’t get to say it’s not a big thing. This is a big fucking thing, okay? This was supposed to be—this is mine. I’m supposed to decide when and where and who knows and how I want to say it.” Suddenly, my throat gets thick. “So, yeah, you took that from me.”
Source: Simon vs. the Homo Sapiens Agenda
“home is the structure/ you build when nowhere else will have you”
Source: The Body's Alphabet
“Wie kann man bitte schön zehn Jahre lang verdrängen, schwul zu sein? Wir leben doch nicht mehr im Mittelalter, wo man für ein Outing die Eier abgesäbelt und in den Mund gestopft bekommen hat und weitere Nettigkeiten?”
Source: Froschprinz - Band 2
“Ich bin aus tiefster Seele stockschwul.”
Source: Froschprinz - Band 2
“Nancy clutter is always in a hurry, but she always has time. And that is the definition of a lady.”
“I am always drawn back to places where I have lived, the houses and their neighborhoods. For instance, there is a brownstone in the East Seventies where, during the early years of the war, I had my first New York apartment.”
Source: Breakfast at Tiffany's
“James Agee. He was born a prince of the language, and so he remains. And Capote. I don't care what kind of stupid ass remarks he makes, he can write; he really can. When he's on he's really on. Updike would be twice the writer he is if he weren't such a hot dog. God knows, he's a word man. Eudora Welty, great writer. Erskine Caldwell, by the way is a helluva lot better than he's ever been given credit for. But if you ask me, "Who's your favorite writer?" there's no answer to that. That's like saying, "What do you like best for breakfast?" Some mornings you want a beer; some mornings you want strawberries; some mornings you want, God help us, Frostie Crispie Flakes with a lot of sugar, and some mornings you want your old lady.”
Source: Getting Naked with Harry Crews: Interviews
“The police said for Oreilly to get to his feet.
"Certainly," Oreilly said, "though I do think it shocking you have to trouble yourself with such petty crimes as mine when everywhere there are master thieves afoot.
"For instance, this pretty child," he stepped between the officers and pointed at Sylvia, "she is the recent victim of a major theft; poor baby, she has had her soul stolen.”
Source: The Grass Harp, Including A Tree of Night and Other Stories