I Refuse To Sit On My Laurels.

Being Gay Is Just One Aspect Of My Very Complicated Life. I Do Not Wear It On My Sleeve.

I'm Always Surprised When Large Numbers Of People Buy My Books.

He Was Pushing Fifty, With A Face Life Had Chewed On, And Long Wisps Of Graying Hair Parted Low On One Side And Combed Over His Balding Pate.

Leaves Covered Pavement Like Soggy Cereal.

My Fans Want Me To Talk To Them. And Even If They Want To Be Critical, I Want To Hear What They've Got To Say.