Science still won't explain the mysterious nature of love and despair.

When I remember how unhappy I was in adolescence - about the fact that, though I wasn't really using the term to or for myself, I knew that I was gay - I think, "Oh, if someone then could have shown me just an hour in the life that I have now, I would have made it through all of that misery and despair just fine." The pain lay in thinking that I had a desolate future.

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

I don't believe that there is anyone of faith whose faith would not be strengthened by those experiences of family.

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

The absence of words is the absence of intimacy. There are experiences that are starved for language.

The campaign against polygamy, around which a lot of anti-Mormon sentiment was organized, seems horrific to me.