Everyone is a potential naked slave to you once you become a trainer.

I’d thought I knew what beauty was in women; but she’d surpassed all the language I had for it.

What is fear after all? It is indecision. You seek some way to resist, escape. There is none.

Words. Borne on the ever swelling current of hatred, like flowers opening in the current, petals peeling back, then falling apart.

I want to love all the children of God - Christian, Jew, Moslem, Hindu, Buddhist - everyone. I want to love gay Christians and straight Christians.

I will write things, he was thinking. I will write something meaningful and wonderful someday. I can do that. And I'll dedicate it to you because you're the first person who ever made me think I could.

You look good to me, you damnable little devil, good to embrace and good to love.