“Sad and glad, her strange combination.”

“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.”

“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.”

“The point is not that this world is too sad to love or too glad not to love; the point is that when you do love a thing, its gladness is a reason for loving it, and its sadness a reason for loving it more.”

“It's strange, but sad. I think I'll always be sad.”

“I'll be damned if death wears my sadness as glad rags. ”