John Rechy Quotes & Sayings

Southern California, which is shaped somewhat like a coffin, is a giant sanatorium with flowers where people come to be cured of life itself in whatever way .... This is the last stop before the sun gives up and sinks into the black, black ocean, and night - usually starless here - comes down. — John Rechy

Writing is hustling of another kind. — John Rechy

Gay men should not adopt the sophomoric model of heterosexual dating; gay men should always have sex first. — John Rechy

Just the absence of loneliness. That's love enough. — John Rechy

And the fierce wind is an echo of angry childhood and of a very scared boy looking out the window - remembering my dead dog outside by the wounded house as the gray Texas dust gradually covered her up - and thinking: It isnt fair! Why cant dogs go to Heaven? — John Rechy

You can rot here without feeling it. — John Rechy

It's too late. It's too late. Through the open door of the bathroom I see a watersoaked bag on the floor. — John Rechy

Maybe I could love you. But I wont. The grinding streets awaited me. — John Rechy

And now, it seems, they are all here: the handsome masculine ones desired alike by men and women; the gushing swishes, hands aflutter like wings; the few stray women secure among the men who will idolize them but not love them; and as in any group of homosexuals and those lured for whatever reason to them, there is here a mood of superficial good humor, of euphoria bordering on hysteria. So — John Rechy

I'm Mexican-American, but for a long time I was pushed out of any references to Mexican-American writers. It was easier to come out as a gay man than it was to come out as a Mexican-American. — John Rechy

Against a wall a faded blonde woman - an exiled angel, the hints of beauty still lingering on her palewhite face - sits with blackoutlined eyes burning into the bar. — John Rechy