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41 " Queers doing cowboy dancing. Who would’ve thunk it? Kids who grew up in Galveston and Tucson and Modesto, performing the folk dances of their homeland finally, finally with the partner of their choice. "
― Armistead Maupin , Further Tales of the City (Tales of the City, #3)
42 " Could you conjugate that? To sleaze. I sleaze. You sleaze. We all have sleazen. "
― Armistead Maupin , Tales of the City (Tales of the City, #1)
43 " Well … everything gets old after a while. I personally get a little sick of wrecking my liver at The Lion for the privilege of tricking with some guy whose lover is in L.A. for the weekend. "
44 " men and women, both straight and gay, who don’t consider sexuality in measuring the worth of another human being. These aren’t radicals or weirdos, Mama. They are shop clerks and bankers and little old ladies and people who nod and smile to you when you meet them on the bus. Their attitude is neither patronizing nor pitying. And their message is so simple: Yes, you are a person. Yes, I like you. Yes, it’s all right for you to like me too. "
― Armistead Maupin , More Tales of the City (Tales of the City, #2)
45 " Well … not exactly together. He’d buy a sofa and I’d buy a couple of matching chairs. One has to plan on divorce at all times … still, it was a landmark of sorts. I’d never gotten to the furniture-buying stage before. "
46 " You don’t have to keep up, dear. You just have to keep open. "
― Armistead Maupin , Michael Tolliver Lives (Tales of the City, #7)
47 " Brian’s face turned pouty. “So you were just blowing smoke up my ass.” Anna smiled dimly. “You may have been inhaling, dear, but I wasn’t blowing. "
― Armistead Maupin , The Days of Anna Madrigal (Tales of the City, #9)
48 " His name is Jed,” he said. “He’s in pre-law at Rice University. That’s all I know, except that he’s probably straight.” The landlady gave him a sly smile. “That’s what he told you? He’s probably straight?” He laughed. “Well, he’s currently in love with Bruce Springsteen, so I just assumed he was. "
― Armistead Maupin , Back to Barbary Lane: The Tales of the City Omnibus (Tales of the City, #4-6)
49 " LIKE OTHER THINGS ABOUT HER, MARY ANN’S MENSTRUAL cycle was so regular that Mussolini might have included it on his train schedules. "
― Armistead Maupin , Babycakes (Tales of the City, #4)
50 " How old are you?” I hadn’t been asked this in a place of business since I was seventeen, when I tried, unsuccessfully, to buy a fifth of Jack Daniel’s at a liquor store across the highway from Mr. Grady’s gas station. It was just as unsettling to be carded at the other end of my life, for a fucking biscuit, no less, but I answered as civilly as possible. “I’m "
51 " Who’s Sally Bowles?” asked Ben. I turned and looked at my younger, less theatrical half. “She used to be married to Ansel Adams.” “You’re kidding?” “Yes, I am,” I said. Jake "
52 " Sooner or later, though, no matter where in the world we live, we must join the diaspora, venturing beyond our biological family to find our logical one, the one that actually makes sense for us. We have to, if we are to live without squandering our lives. "
― Armistead Maupin , Logical Family: A Memoir
53 " A half-hour conversation with Binky was like eating a Whitman Sampler in one sitting. "
54 " It’s time to get mad, Michael. Niceness doesn’t count for shit! "
― Armistead Maupin , Sure of You (Tales of the City, #6)
55 " The worst of times in San Francisco was still better than the best of times anywhere else. There "
― Armistead Maupin , Significant Others (Tales of the City, #5)
56 " transcendental volleyball "
57 " It makes more sense if you’ve lived it.” A "
58 " C’mon, let’s go join those tedious people. "
― Armistead Maupin , 28 Barbary Lane: The Tales of the City Omnibus (Tales of the City, #1-3)
59 " That’s all I know, except that he’s probably straight.” The landlady gave him a sly smile. “That’s what he told you? He’s probably straight?” He laughed. “Well, he’s currently in love with Bruce Springsteen, so I just assumed he was.” “Now wait a minute. "
60 " There, as usual, she found her husband asleep in the flickering light of MTV. She knelt by the sofa and laid her hand gently on his chest. “Hey,” she whispered. “Who’s it gonna be? Me or Pat Benatar?” He stirred, rubbing his eyes with the knuckles of his forefinger. “Well?” she prodded. “I’m thinking. "