“Once upon a time you weren’t doing your bit for the community if you weren’t loudly out. Now that seems a bit passé. Nobody wants to hear you’re gay. They already know. Increasingly gays look like everyone else, which is to say segregated by class, education and cultural interests. ... [W]hat if anything holds them and/or us together? What, at this stage of gay lib, is the social glue?”

“Sometimes I’m walking down the street in New York and ... some girl’ll say to me, ‘I wish I could get an abortion,’ and I thought, ‘Why did she say that to me?’ and then I think, ‘You wrote that.’ But they yell that stuff at me. People walk by me and say ‘pig fucker’ a lot. I think the most ludicrous—and it’s only in the bonus features of Pink Flamingos—is when Cracker says, ‘You have cunt eyes,’ and people say ‘cunt eyes’ to me a lot when I walk past. Which makes me laugh. What was I thinking about. I don’t even know.”

“Something attracted my attention [as I sat on the toilet] and I looked down, and as I looked down I saw a piece of toilet paper on the floor and it happened to be under my heel and, uh, I don’t know if you’ve seen it before, but I’ve seen it—somebody walk out of a booth with a piece of toilet paper stuck to their foot. I reached down to take it off my shoe, or out from under my shoe, and my hand did go below the divider at that moment in time.”