“There's a part of me that knows that I'll never die. There's a part of me that knows better.”

“How can there possibly be a God, with leukemia and AIDS?”

“Has anyone ever in recorded history kept a box of Pepperidge Farm cookies for longer than three days?”

“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. ”

“There is a rage inside me that I mitigate with my constant drawing.”

“Maybe there's a way to keep us in this moment. Not the sad part. But the coming together part.”

“You can't sit next to me doing nothing while I'm trying desperately to save myself by doing something.”