Tyler. His handsome, lion-eyed ravagement. His capacity for devotion. Which is so sexy. Why do so many gay men lack that? Why are they so distracted, so in love with the idea of more and more and then more, again?

Michael Cunningham

Michael Cunningham

Profession: Novelist
Nationality: American

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On a summer night it can be lovely to sit around outside with friends after dinner and, yes, read poetry to each other. Keats and Yeats will never let you down, but it's differently exciting to read the work of poets who are still walking around out there.

This love of theirs, with its reassuring domesticity and its easy silences, its permanence, has yoked Sally directly to the machinery of mortality itself. Now there is a loss beyond imagining.

I was not beautiful, but I believed I had the possibility of beauty in me.

God save us from people who think they're smarter than they actually are.

Julian is bluff and sturdy, royal; he possesses a gracefully muscular, equine beauty so natural it suggests that beauty itself is a fundamental human condition and not a mutation in the general design.

I am beginning to understand the true difference between youth and age. Young people have time to make plans and think of new ideas. Older people need their whole energy to keep up with what's already been set in motion.

You have failed in the most base and human of ways--you have not imagined the lives of others.

What she wants to say has to do not only with joy but with the penetrating, constant fear that is joy's other half.

Oh, Mrs. Dalloway. Always giving parties to cover the silence.

Here is what unsayable about us: Jonathan and I are members of a team so old nobody else could join even if we wanted them to. What binds us is stronger than sex. It is stronger than love. We're related. Each of us is the other born into a different flesh.

One of the reasons ordinary people are incapable of magic is simple dearth of conviction.

A celestial light appeared to Barrett Meeks in the sky over Central Park, four days after Barrett had been mauled, once again, by love.

It seems that she can survive, she can prosper, if she has London around her.

Sometimes the fabric that separates us tears just enough for love to shine through. Sometimes the tear is surprisingly small.