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
country cutting thinking
I’m pissed off at my Republican family back in North Carolina, several of whom came to my wedding, but who went right back and are voting for homophobes and acting like it doesn’t matter. It does matter and it’s time for the queers in this country to start saying so to their families. I think we’ve all cut them too much slack for far too long.
good-friend thinking female
I'm not sure I even need a lover, male or female. Sometimes I think I'd settle for five good friends.
gay thinking wings
I think a lot of gay people who are not dealing with their homosexuality get into right- wing politics.
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.
older orlando people taken wiser wish
I wish someone older than me and wiser than the people in Orlando had taken me aside.
american-novelist calls certain filmmaking phone says wisdom wish
I wish we could have used more than we used, but there is a certain conventional wisdom about filmmaking that says that long phone calls are taboo.
way locks madness
If I had my way...We would lock ourselves away from that madness out there...
children gay men
But it's amazing how many people think that gay men should slink off into the shadows when it comes to having friendships with children.
pieces my-own-life bits
I've always drawn on bits and pieces of my own life
glasses light half
Nobody's happy. What's happy? Happiness is over when the lights come on." The older woman poured herself a glass of sangria. "Screw that," she said quietly. "What?" "Screw that. Wash your mouth out. Who taught you that half-assed existential drivel?
shelter fiction recycling
I tend to prefer the shelter of fiction.
aggravation gabriel
I consider myself much better adjusted than Gabriel.
rocks age fame
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.