“Why should you care for a woman like me? I'm always nervous or sick, or sad or too gay.”
“I'm sick of this. Call me what you like, say I'm without honor, I don't care. I'm not getting on any more horses to whack you people with a stick.”
“Why are you doing this?" Rod asked. "You hate gay men like me." Hunter shrugged. "There are no men like you, gay or otherwise.”
“Why should I care about you first kiss,' he said. 'You can kiss anyone you like. But sometimes if you wanted to kiss me, that would be all right, too.”
“YOU KIDDIN' ME! You a damn fool and I'm sick of your whining! I'm the little girl, I'm the one that should be whining and crying, not you!”
“I'm always nervous about going home, just as I am nervous about rereading books that have meant a lot to me.”