Faggots Quotes

“There will always be enemies. Time to stop being your own.”
― Larry Kramer, Faggots

“Of the 2,639,857 faggots in the New York city area, 2,639,857 think primarily with their cocks.
You didn't know that the cock was a thinking organ?
Well, by this time, you should know that it is.”
― Larry Kramer, Faggots

“Holy shit," somebody muttered in the dark.
"A virgin," sputtered another.
"I didn't know they still made them."
"He just did.”
― Larry Kramer, Faggots

“And then he thought, profoundly, how there was something grand about living in hope, but also something terribly unreal and incomplete about it, because when you were hoping, you were not doing or living or experiencing the Now,”
― Larry Kramer, Faggots

“And every faggot couple I know is deep into friendship and deep into fucking with everyone else but each other and any minute any bump appears in their commitment to infinitesimally obstruct their view, out they zip like petulant kids to suck someone else’s lollipop instead of trying to work things out, instead of trying not to hide, and…unh…why do faggots have to fuck so fucking much?!”
― Larry Kramer, Faggots

“I gave you books. You gave me plants. Books live. Plants die.”
― Larry Kramer, Faggots

“All I want is someone who reads books, loves his work, and me, too, of course, and who doesn’t take drugs, and isn’t on unemployment.”
― Larry Kramer, Faggots

“Humiliation is so essential to Catholics. And to faggots!”
― Larry Kramer, Faggots

“When in doubt, eat donuts.”
― Larry Kramer, Faggots

“Fred had first come to Fire Island Pines when he was thirty. He wasn’t ready for such beauty, such potential, such unlimited choice. The place scared him half to death. It was a warm and sunny weekend and there were one thousand bathing-suited handsomenesses on The Botel deck at Tea Dance. They all seemed to know each other and to touch and greet and smile at each other. And there he was, alone. Though he had acquired his 150-pound body for the first time (of his so-far three: the first for himself, the second for Feffer, number three, with muscles, for Dinky), he still felt like Mrs. Shelley’s monster, pale, and with a touch of leprosy thrown in. Not only had he no one to talk to, not only did the overwhelmingness of being confronted by so much Grade A male flesh, most of which seemed superior to his, which would make it difficult to talk to, even if he could utter, which he could not, floor him, but everyone else seemed so secure, not only with their bodies (all thin and no doubt well-defined since birth), tans, personalities, their smiles and chat, but also with that ability to use their eyes, much like early prospectors must have looked for gold, darting them hither and yon, seeking out the sparkling flecks, separating the valued from the less so, meaning, he automatically assumed, him. Their glances his way seemed like disposable bottles, no deposit, no return. He felt like Mr. Not Wanted On The Voyage, even though it was, so be it, his birthday. Many years would pass before he would discover that everybody else felt exactly the same, but came out every weekend so to feel, thus over the years developing more flexible feelings in so feeling.”
― Larry Kramer, Faggots

“What we have invented, Hans, is a new religion. Oh, not the moralistic and old-fashioned theological kind with that God who does not want us, but one with brutal splendours, magnificent contemporary rites and rituals, scenes, gestures, sacrifices, humiliations, terrors, tremblings, mortifications, degradations, phantasmagoric transfigurations into other realms of feeling, new realisations that will come from this cleansing purge, and then transcendencies unto a New World of our own making, with our own new rules and rewards and justifications.”
― Larry Kramer, Faggots

“We shouldn’t have to be faithful, we should want to be faithful.”
― Larry Kramer, Faggots

“All your life has been a journey to find an identity.”
― Larry Kramer, Faggots

“Straights don’t compare themselves to us!”
― Larry Kramer, Faggots

“How to phrase it? Ma, I want to fall in love with a fella.”
― Larry Kramer, Faggots

“Indeed, to be fucked pleasurably is a gift.”
― Larry Kramer, Faggots

“Ah, did he not hate that word ‘gay’? He thought it a strange categoriser of a life style with many elements far from zippy. No, he would de-kike the word ‘faggot’, which had punch, bite, a non-nonsense, chin-out assertiveness, and which, at present, was no more self-deprecatory than, say, ‘American’.”
― Larry Kramer, Faggots

“We have the ultimate in freedom – we have absolutely no responsibilities! – and we’re abusing it.”
― Larry Kramer, Faggots

“Yeah. It tells me something. It tells me no relationship in the world could survive the shit we lay on it. It tells me we’re not looking at the reasons why we’re doing the things we’re doing. It tells me we’ve got a lot of work to do. A lot of looking to do. It tells me that, if those happy couples are there, they better come out of the woodwork fast and show themselves pronto so we can have a few examples for unbelieving heathens like you that it’s possible. Before you fuck yourself to death.”
― Larry Kramer, Faggots

“All you want is Love. And if you’ve wanted love so badly, why haven’t you had it? Does not that say something about The Wanter, not his World?”
― Larry Kramer, Faggots

“the True End of not only therapy but Maturity is to learn to live with the inescapable fact that 97% of all human beings are getting fucked and 97% of all faggots are, too.”
― Larry Kramer, Faggots

“Closets, schmosets, everyone’s out of the closet. Now where the fuck are the men!”
― Larry Kramer, Faggots

“The warring conflict in man between the intellect and the libido shall never be twinned.”
― Larry Kramer, Faggots

“We have created our own aesthetic!”
“You mean our own Ghetto.”
― Larry Kramer, Faggots

“Well, kid, I have seen the future and it shits.”
― Larry Kramer, Faggots

“Quick! what’s the Proust line? – that we’re attracted to those people who have qualities we hate in ourselves?”
― Larry Kramer, Faggots

“It’s the oldest story in the world. You want him back, don’t you?”
― Larry Kramer, Faggots

“Cock-a-doodle-do! Any cock will do!”
― Larry Kramer, Faggots

“No religion wants us. We’re going to have to invent our own.”
― Larry Kramer, Faggots

“There are three roles one can play as a homosexual: one involving being the daddy to someone who is the son, another, therefore, being the sonny to that pop, the third involving looking for yourself in someone approximately identical to you.”
― Larry Kramer, Faggots