“We are told to remember the idea not the man, because a man can fail. After 400 yeas later an idea can still change the world”
“...the weeping, the tears of the hosts, whose sympathy underscores the inherent tragedy of my life as a transgender person, and this moment fulfilling the cathartic arc of rejection to acceptance, without ever interrogating the pathology of a society that refuses to acknowledge the spectrum of gender in the exact same blind way they refuse to see a spectrum of race or sexuality.”
“My mother, she killed me,My father, he ate me,My sister Marlene,Gathered all my bones,Tied them in a silken scarf,Laid them beneath the juniper tree,Tweet, tweet, what a beautiful bird am I.”
“Dale: What are you doing?!?Brennan: I'm burying you.Dale: [crying] I'm alive Brennan, I'm alive.Brennan: You're waking the neighbors! Shut up!”
“I'm Death, and I make sure that everyone is equal.”
“In the meantime, when he went on his way back, the seed had grown into a tree which reached up to the sky. Then thought the peasant, 'As thou hast the chance, thou must just see what the angels are doing up there above, and for once have them before thine eyes.' So he climbed up, and saw that the angels above were threshing oats, and he looked on.”