“There was always a sense of American mythology about the Dolls, and those of us who spent three years of our lives working with them had to believe they were more than just another rock ‘n’ roll group”

“Where is that whole happy tormented crowd I used to know? Driven from the Village to the Lower East Side too ... where? Where are they? Or maybe the question should be: where am I?”

“Disasters — explosions, plane crashes, ship sinkings, major fires­ — we’ve had aplenty, but never a mor­tal blow.”

The design virtuoso, who died last week at age 91, brought the Voice's editorial look up to speed

At the end of 'Mystery Train' by Greil Marcus, we appreciate that we have only begun to hear what the most popular music of our time is telling us.

“Once gay power was a joyous cry in this town. Then the thrust toward radicalism died. The stuffed-shirt gay politico appeared. Lethargy set in”

“A great artist, a great rocker, a great purveyor of schlock, a great heartthrob, a great bore, a great symbol of potency, a great ham, a great nice person, and, yes, a great American”

Coming out is a beginning. Marching to Sheep Meadow is a beginning. Dancing our way to liberation is a beginning. But only a part of it.

“They thought Gonzo was crazy,” says Steadman. “He was accused of trying to rape one of the maids and of shooting pigeons with a Magnum .44”

“They swept up Sixth Avenue, from Sheridan Square to Central Park, astonishing everything in their way... My God, are those really homosexuals? Marching? Up Sixth Avenue?”