Armistead Maupin Quotes

Like I've always said, love wouldn't be blind if the braille weren't so damned much fun.

The world changes in direct proportion to the number of people willing to be honest about their lives.

Being in love is the only transcendent experience.

But I will say that the drugs are much more ferocious then they used to be. There are people wrecking their lives with addiction, which seems much more severe.

I surrendered my youth to the people I feared when I could have been out there loving someone. Don't make that mistake yourself. Life's too damn short.

But I'm acutely aware that the possibility of fraud is even more prevalent in today's world because of the Internet and cell phones and the opportunity for instant communication with strangers.

All I know is this: If you and papa are responsible for the way I am, then I thank you with all my heart, for it is the light and the joy of my life.

I consider myself much better adjusted than Gabriel.

I think that instinct, that storytelling instinct, rescued me most of my life.

I've always drawn on bits and pieces of my own life

There is no fifth destination.

I'm not sure I even need a lover, male or female. Sometimes I think I'd settle for five good friends.

If I had my way...We would lock ourselves away from that madness out there.

Solitude was no reason for sloppiness

I'm the age now that Rock was when he picked me up, so I can understand how he felt - how his fame limited his freedom. You get kinder as you go along.

Taureans are stubborn as hell. They never want to tell you what sign they are.... But underneath that tough Taurus hide beats the heart of a hopeless romantic.

I felt very close to God.... My friends say that's because I was always on my knees.

Don't listen when they scoff That you are too old and I am young, For I am old enough to know better And you are young enough not to care.

I tend to prefer the shelter of fiction.

Pete thinks we all have a blacking factory: some awful moment, early on, when we surrender our childish hearts as surely as we lose our baby teeth.

I couldn't write—or wouldn't write, at any rate—unable to face the grueling self-scrutiny that fiction demands

Nobody's happy. What's happy? Happiness is over when the lights come on