Armistead Maupin
Armistead Maupin
Armistead Jones Maupin, Jr. is an American writer, best known for his Tales of the City series of novels, set in San Francisco...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth13 May 1944
CountryUnited States of America
care enough young
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.
solitude sloppiness reason
Solitude was no reason for sloppiness
knees my-friends felt
I felt very close to God.... My friends say that's because I was always on my knees.
gay like-family mama
I know I can't tell you what it's like to be gay. But I can tell you what it's not. It's not hiding behind words, Mama. Like family and decency and Christianity.
gay nasty telling-the-truth
Outing is a nasty word for telling the truth.
communication opportunity cells
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.
heart light joy
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.
heart hopeless-romantic stubborn
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.
fun men thinking
Oh, Mona, we're all damned fools! Some of us just have more fun with it than others. Loosen up, dear! Don't be so afraid to cry . . . or laugh, for that matter. Laugh all you want and cry all you want and whistle at pretty men in the street and to hell with anybody who thinks you're a damned fool!
thinking intuition storytelling
I think that instinct, that storytelling instinct, rescued me most of my life.
destination fifth
There is no fifth destination.
valentines-day fun valentines-day
Like I've always said, love wouldn't be blind if the braille weren't so damned much fun.
coffee boys doors
Mona knocked at the wrong time. “Uh…yeah…wait a minute, Mona -- ” Mona shouted through the door. “Room service, gentlemen. Just pull the covers up.” Michael grinned at Jon. “My roommate. Brace yourself.” Seconds later, Mona burst through the doorway with a tray of coffee and croissants. “Hi! I’m Nancy Drew! You must be the Hardy Boys!
strong giving fake
The hell of it is, I know the answer. The answer is that you never, ever, rely on another person for your peace of mind. If you do, you're screwed but good. Not right away, maybe, but sooner or later. You have to -- I don't know --you have to learn to live with yourself. You have to learn to turn back your own sheets and set a table for one without feeling pathetic. You have to be strong and confident and pleased with yourself and never give the slightest impression that you can't hack it without that certain goddamn someone. You have to fake the hell out of it.