It is not our differences that divide us. It is our inability to recognize, accept, and celebrate those differences.

I am not only a casualty, I am also a warrior.

The strongest lesson I can teach my son is the same lesson I teach my daughter: how to be who he wishes to be for himself.

I have come to believe over and over again that what is most important to me must be spoken, made verbal and shared, even at the risk of having it bruised or misunderstood.

Who I am is what fulfills me and fulfills the vision I have of the world.

There are no new ideas. There are only new ways of making them felt.

As we come to know, accept, and explore our feelings, they will become sanctuaries and fortresses and spawning grounds for the most radical and daring of ideas-the house of difference so necessary to change and the conceptualization of any meaningful action.