Accept that, like many men, you have a streak of the homoerotic in you. Why would you, why would anyone, want to be that straight?

Michael Cunningham

Michael Cunningham

Profession: Novelist
Nationality: American

Some suggestions for you :

Maybe – let's not rule it out – this will be the song that cuts clean, the one that matters, the one that sheds standard-issue romance and reveals, under its old skin, a raw blood-red devotion deeper than comfort, a desire profounder than schoolboy satisfaction, a yearning cold and immaculate and unstoppable as snow.

I was not ladylike, nor was I manly. I was something else altogether. There were so many different ways to be beautiful.

Visions are answers. Answers imply questions.

The secret of flight is this -- you have to do it immediately, before your body realizes it is defying the laws.

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

As any student of literature knows, the books that last are often not the books that are most popular when they are written. Both 'Moby Dick' and 'The Great Gatsby' were complete failures, critically and commercially, when they first appeared.

What’s the most fundamental human urge?

If you've really loved a book, or a movie for that matter, really loved it, what you want is that same book again, but as if you've never read it. And when you get something unfamiliar, you feel betrayed.

Sanity involves a certain measure of impersonation, not simply for the benefit of husband and servants but for the sake, first and foremost, of one's own convictions.

She is, above all else, tired; she wants more than anything to return to her bed and her book. The world, this world, feels suddenly stunned and stunted, far from everything.

Barrett strokes one of the chair's slick, bile-green arms. "You can get attached to just about anything, can't you?" he says.

Mizzy has, again, wandered into the garden, like a child who feels no fealty to adult conversation.

But there are still the hours, aren't there? One and then another, and you get through that one and then, my god, there's another. I'm so sick.

One of the troubles with love is, you can't talk about it without feeling like you keep cueing old songs.