Some people are trapped by the belief that love comes in finite quantities, and that our kind of love exhausts the supply upon which they need to draw. I do not accept competitive models of love, only additive ones.

I tend to find the ecstasy hidden in ordinary joys, because I did not expect those joys to be ordinary to me.

Some autistic people may emerge from their condition, but nobody knows when and why.

The Church responds to antiquated social realities, and those realities remain much more current in Utah precisely because of the Church.

Antonin Artaud wrote on one of his drawings, "Never real and always true," and that is how depression feels. You know that it is not real, that you are someone else, and yet you know that it is absolutely true.

Your gender identity is who you are. Sexual identity is who you bounce that off of.

My parents deeply and truly loved each other, and if my mother hadn't died they would have been together forever. They were together for as much of forever as was given to them. They really loved my brother and me and were very good to us. It gave the model of how to have a happy marriage and family, but it also set the bar very high.