“Point is, dammit, nobody don't have no damn right to tell a body who he can love and who he can't.”
“Who is this historian who can say that he's telling the whole truth and nothing but the whole truth. Nobody, because you're human.”
“You've got to have someone who loves your body. Who doesn't define you, but sees you. Who loves what he sees. Who you don't have to struggle to be good enough for.”
“Damn it all, a person has a right to be who he is.”
“God, Four!" I snap. "You don't want to have to tell me everything right away, but I have to tell you everything right away? Can't you see how stupid that is?""First of all, don't use that name like a weapon against me," he says, pointing at me.”
“He can who thinks he can, and he can't who thinks he can't. This is an inexorable, indisputable law.”