“Her very worst picture, that, of people who live together rolling along, rolling along through the century and no matter how they try or don't try, wake up decades later to the realization they'd been quietly making each other miserable.”

“It's beautiful when it all makes sense, so it is. Occasionally it makes sense, just for a moment.”

“Sad and glad, her strange combination.”

“We'll just have to get along. That's what people do, you know? They just get along. And try to help each other.”

“Things changed, people changed, and the world went rolling along right outside the window.”

“At my Grand Gala Ball of Coming Out, everyone will be required to wear a white dress, or else tuxedo tails and nothing else. A kiddie pool of sweet tea will be the dance floor as we wrestle with our complex identities because we all, every one of us, are complex, slippery, and tasty. We'll dance to bad eighties music as we lick and suck the excesses of multiple oppressions off one another. We'll all come out for what we are, and see ourselves in one another's body glitter.”

“So many memories roll through me and I realize that this is who we are: memories and shared experiences. This is what ties us all together.”