I have always believed in trying to be a good person and giving to the world, and treating others in a just, kind, merciful way.

It's deeply humbling to realize that there is no such thing as a society with a purchase on truth.

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

I have a very difficult time believing that there is some being who is going to invite me into heaven or not on the basis of whether I wear a yarmulke or whether I have been sprinkled with water while someone said something. Some of the ritual is very beautiful, but I find it difficult to believe that it really has to do with God. I believe that dogma comes from man.

I feel, as a matter nearly of faith, that if you have known a certain amount of suffering and have emerged out of it into the light, you are obliged to share that light with as many of the still-beleaguered as possible.

Being gay is immutable. Maybe someday we'll figure out more of the science and it will be changeable, but we have no leads so far.

The opposite of depression is not happiness, but vitality, and it was vitality that seemed to seep out of me.