Quotes from Andrew Holleran

The summer two Cessnas collided in midair and the sky rained bodies into a grove of trees where everyone was in the middle of having afternoon sex.

He had the misfortune to fall in love with a thug, who has threatened to kill Malone simply because Malone no longer loves him and was foolish enough to say so. Latins, my dear, are the only ones who take love seriously. Malone is now being chased around Manhattan by knives and bullets. He never has sex.

He felt as if he were a character in Henry James; he began to suspect he was to be that man to whom nothing whatsoever was to happen.

When you find the right girl, you must take her to Sandrudabad in April and see the flamboyant trees in bloom. There is nothing so wonderful as seeing the wonders of this earth with someone you love!

He stopped visiting married friends. Married friends, he decided one evening after returning from a visit, depress me.

He was more than ever certain that he had a vague romantic destiny. Little wonder that when he looked at strangers on the street now, his unquiet yearning for rescue went out to them.

He went to Yale Club and wrote a long letter to his parents explaining his unhappiness with the law, and the next day he resigned from Courdet Brothers in order to "pursue a career in journalism." What he wished to pursue was a career in love.

By the time he arrived each evening at 245 Wall Street—where he typed up that day's documents for a patent lawyer he never saw—the financial district was as deserted as the floor of a factory after the whistle has blown, and men were scurrying home to their own erotic dreams. By the time he left, there was no one abroad but homosexuals and thieves, and it was with these he wandered.

In these ghostly places late summer nights: He was half-waiting to be born. Having vanished from his former life, having shed his previous self with the suits he had left behind in a basement in Washington, he was a ghost, in fact, waiting to come to life through love.

He fell in love with people he did not know how to meet.

That must be love! Or is it what Dr. Rose Franzblau says in the Post? The mutual support of two mature people involved in separate quests for self-realization.

Isn't it strange that when we fall in love, this great dream we have, this extraordinary disease, the only thing in which eather one of us is interested, it's inevitably with some perfectly ordinary drip who for some reason we cannot define is the magic bearer, the magician, the one who brings all this to us. Why?

He usually smoked a cigarette and sat down and introduced himself to someone and chatted—in the sweetest, calmest, most amiable way, poised, adult, and wise.

a habit he'd developed when going to dirty movie theaters in South Florida, something he did not want to give up even in old age,

Little wonder that he wandered in these ghostly places late summer nights: He was waiting to be born (...) he was a ghost, in fact, waiting to come to life through love

That night he got up out of bed and put on his maroon polo shirt, which everyone said he looked so handsome in, and went downstairs and drove off in his car, where he did not know. He just drove.

There was a moment of silence and then Sutherland breathed, "But, darling! Gossip is the food of the gods.

But still we go on, he thinks with a sigh as he crosses his legs, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the police station and doctor's office.

Earl used pesticides with abandon and treated his yard with such brutality I could not see how he could be homosexual

For if anything is prized more in the homosexual subculture than a handsome face, or a large cock, it is a well-defined, athletic body.

He was a prisoner of love.

We wanted to be loved by Malone, with this egotistic detail: that it would be an exclusive love.

One of the great appeals of Florida has always been the sense that the minute you get here you have permission to collapse.

The boredom of the place had made of my mother such a devotee of television that I knew she would not come out to greet me if my arrival coincided with a dramatic moment on Donahue.