David B. Feinberg > Quotes

“I searched my memory and recalled I had written Fred a coming-out letter in the early seventies. Periodically I got annoyed, testy, mad at the world, and would write bombastic letters to people I wasn't particularly close to, detailing quite explicitly my homosexual identity, not caring whether they would accept or reject me. I couldn't recall what set me off to write Fred. I might have failed a physics exam. Maybe someone called me a faggot on the street. It could have been Watergate. ”
― David Feinberg, Eighty-Sixed

“There's a part of me that knows that I'll never die. There's a part of me that knows better.”
― David B. Feinberg, Queer and Loathing: Rants and Raves of a Raging AIDS Clone

“Has anyone ever in recorded history kept a box of Pepperidge Farm cookies for longer than three days?”
― David B. Feinberg, Queer and Loathing: Rants and Raves of a Raging AIDS Clone

“All writing is lies. Good writing is lies skillfully told.”
― David B. Feinberg, Queer and Loathing: Rants and Raves of a Raging AIDS Clone

“How can there possibly be a God, with leukemia and AIDS?”
― David B. Feinberg, Queer and Loathing: Rants and Raves of a Raging AIDS Clone

“I'm sick and tired of red ribbons and the Names Quilt. There's something 'nice' about a red ribbon for AIDS awareness. There's nothing 'nice' about AIDS. Leave it to some design queens to transform a plague into a fashion statement. As for the Names Quilt,
I don't want to end up a rectangular rag, however suitably decorated. The textile responses to the AIDS crisis leave me cold. I prefer to wear my ACT UP button that says 'ACT UP, FIGHT BACK, FIGHT AIDS' and have people on the subway cringe when they read the last word on it.”
― David B. Feinberg

“At times I feel my body has been transformed into a factory of infection, a vessel of virus. The wheels and cogs are constantly turning, manufacturing more toxins and poisons. My body is merely the host”
― David B. Feinberg, Queer and Loathing: Rants and Raves of a Raging AIDS Clone

“The final wishes of an atheist are ultimately meaningless. I mean, I would like to be cremated after any salvageable organs have been donated to right-wing Republicans and religious fundamentalists because I'm really not bitter after all). But ultimately it isn't my concern”
― David B. Feinberg, Queer and Loathing: Rants and Raves of a Raging AIDS Clone