“No rest for the wicked, Bob, and that means that we can't slack off either, or they'll outwork us.”

“Worry about the things you can control; the rest will either work themselves out, or they'll kill you. Either way, no more worries.”

“words are like nets - we hope they'll cover what we mean, but we know they can't possibly hold that much joy, or grief, or wonder.”

“We are not past racism. It took us 500 and however many years to get us where we are; it's not gonna change in one day or in one election. We made a step maybe, which they'll try and take away from us as soon as they can. But I mean what the fuck is the Tea Party about? It's not about "tea"; it ain't about "trans", either.”

“So?" Bob said. "Hat up, go kill her. Problem solved." "Bob," I said. "You can't just go around killing people." "I know. That's why you should do it." "No, no. I can't go around killing people, either.”

“Why can't we learn to live with how we are? And whatever anybody chooses is okay by the rest of us?”