“Who cares if a man wants to marry another man? All i want to know is who's going to ick up all the dirty socks?”

“My grandmother's greatest gift was tolerance. Now, in the old days, Indians used to be forgiving of any kind of eccentricity. In fact, weird people were often celebrated. Epileptics were often shamans because people just assumed that God gave seizure-visions to the lucky ones. Gay people were seen as magical too. I mean, like in many cultures, men were viewed as warriors and women were viewed as caregivers. But gay people, being both male and female, were seen as both warriors and caregivers. Gay people could do anything. They were like Swiss Army knives! My grandmother had no use for all the gay bashing and homophobia in the world, especially among other Indians. "Jeez," she said, Who cares if a man wants to marry another man? All I want to know is who's going to pick up all the dirty socks?”

“I don't know if I should care for a man who made life easy; I should want someone who made it interesting.”

“The activist is not the man who says the river is dirty. The activist is the man who cleans up the river.”

“I want to marry her, when I grow up to be a man.”

“I want to be prepared to claim the greatest virtue of all - that I was a man who made money”