Never Take An Elevator In City Hall.

We Don't Want Sympathetic Liberals, We Want Gays To Represent Gays... I Represent The Gay Street People-the 14-year-old Runaway From San Antonio. We Have To Make Up For Hundreds Of Years Of Persecution. We Have To Give Hope To That Poor Runaway Kid From San Antonio. They Go To The Bars Because Churches Are Hostile. They Need Hope! They Need A Piece Of The Pie!

If I Turned Around Every Time Somebody Called Me A Faggot, I'd Be Walking Backward - And I Don't Want To Walk Backward.

To Sit On The Front Steps — Whether It's A Veranda In A Small Town Or A Concrete Stoop In A Big City — And To Talk To Our Neighborhoods Is Infinitely More Important Than To Huddle On The Living-room Lounger And Watch A Make-believe World In Not-quite Living Color.

Gay Brothers And Sisters... You Must Come Out. Come Out To Your Relatives... Come Out To Your Friends... Come Out To Your Neighbors... To Your Fellow Workers... To The People Who Work Where You Eat And Shop... Break Down The Myths, Destroy The Lies And Distortions. For Your Sake. For Their Sake. For The Sake Of The Youngsters Who Are Becoming Scared.

I Would Like To See Every Gay Doctor Come Out, Every Gay Lawyer, Every Gay Architect Come Out, Stand Up And Let That World Know. That Would Do More To End Prejudice Overnight Than Anybody Would Imagine. I Urge Them To Do That, Urge Them To Come Out. Only That Way Will We Start To Achieve Our Rights.