I Believe Only In Art And Failure.

I Believe Only In Art And Failure.

Now That Our Sexual Experience Is Increasingly Available To Us As A Subject For Contemplation, We Have To Extend Our Language To Express Our New Consciousness Until We Have As Many Words For Sexuality As The Eskimo Has For Snow, That Pervasive, Beautiful, And Mortal Climate In Which We All Live.

If We Don't Bear Witness As Citizens, As People, As Individuals, The Right That We Have Had To Life Is Sacrificed. There Is A Silence, Instead Of A Speaking Presence.

Coming Out, All The Way Out, Is Offered More And More As The Political Solution To Our Oppression.

As A Writer, I Must Be Free To Say What Is In All The Diversity I Can Command. I Regret The Distorting Prejudices That Surround Me, Whether They Affect Homosexuals Or Men Or The Physically Handicapped And I Can't Alone Defeat Them. They Will Not Defeat Me, Either As A Lesbian Or A Writer.