I'm a huge believer in science. But I don't think it explains everything.

The more gay people can tell our stories, the more other people will accept gay people.

Then I repeated these words to my spirits: 'Leave me be; give me peace; and let me do the work of my life. I will never forget you.' Something about that incantation was particularly appealing to me. 'I will never forget you'-- as though one had to address the pride of the spirits, as though one wanted them to feel good about being exorcised.

One of the things that frequently gets lost in descriptions of depression is that the depressed person often knows that it is a ludicrous condition to feel so disabled by the ordinary business of quotidian life.

Being gay is immutable.

Parenthood always involves recognizing your child as separate and different from you.

I had known a couple of people who had died, but the loss of my mother contained something of the profoundly unknowable.