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.

Somedays, if bitterness were a whetstone, I could be sharp as grief.

We're supposed to see "universal" love as heterosexual. What I insist upon in my work is that there is no such thing as universal love in literature.

You know how fighting fish do it? They blow bubbles and in each one of those bubbles is an egg and they float the egg up to the surface. They keep this whole heavy nest of eggs floating, and they're constantly repairing it. It's as if they live in both elements.

...my experience with people who tried to label me was that they usually did it to either dismiss me or use me.

Our feelings are our most genuine paths to knowledge.

I am deliberate and afraid of nothing.