It is death that goes down to the center of the earth, the great burial church the earth is, and then to the curved ends of the universe, as light is….

I was always crazy about New York, dependent on it, scared of it - well, it is dangerous - but beyond that there was the pressure of being young and ….

Memory, so complete and clear or so evasive, has to be ended, has to be put aside, as if one were leaving a chapel and bringing the prayer to an end ….

Nothing I have ever written has been admired as much as the announcement of my death..

I have thousands of opinions still - but that is down from millions - and, as always, I know nothing..

I feel sorry for the man who marries you... because everyone thinks you're sweet and you're not..

I have AIDS. I am surprised that I do. I have not been exposed since1977, which is to say that my experience, myadventures in homosexuality took plac….

I look upon another's insistence on the merits of his or her life - duties, intellect, accomplishment - and see that most of it is nonsense..

I can't change the past, and I don't think I would. I don't expect to be understood. I like what I've written, the stories and two novels. If I had t….

Public radio is alive and kicking, it always has been.

Me, my literary reputation is mostly abroad, but I am anchored here in New York. I can't think of any other place I'd rather die than here..

It is like visiting one's funeral, like visiting loss in its purest and most monumental form, this wild darkness, which is not only unknown but which….

I am startled when people are themselves and are not my thoughts of them..

Athletes have studied how to leap and how to survive the leap some of the time and return to the ground. They don't always do it well. But they are o….

I distrust summaries, any kind of gliding through time, any too great a claim that one is in control of what one recounts; I think someone who claims….

In our opposed forms of loneliness and self-recognition and recognition of the other, we touched each other often as we spoke; and on shore in explor….

I often thought men stank of rage; it is why I preferred women, and homosexuals..

God is an immensity, while this disease, this death, which is in me, this small, tightly defined pedestrian event, is merely and perfectly real, with….

Death and I are head to head in a total collision, pure and mutual distaste..

You really can’t write unless you read. You have to know what the game is all about..

I am sensible of the velocity of the moments, and entering that part of my head alert to the motion of the world I am aware that life was never perfe….