'At the Gates of the Animal Kingdom' by Amy Hempel showed me the lean quality of prose.
The unreal is more powerful than the real, because nothing is as perfect as you can imagine it, because it's only intangible ideas, concepts, beliefs, fantasies that last. Stone crumbles, wood rots. People, well, they die. But things as fragile as a thought, a dream, a legend, they can go on and on.
The folks who read my books are so passionate about each one of them that the people making my movies are more afraid of my readership than they are of me.
I think Chris Brown gets kind of dismissed as a gay writer, and I think Chris's books are really, really smart. I wish his books sold a little more widely.