I don't think about relatability (when writing), I think about the heart of the character.

Do you know how you get the urge to clean your room, and it’s no big deal? But when your mom tells you that you have to clean your room, you don't want to? That's me, anyway.

Straight people have it so much easier. They don’t understand. They can’t. There’s no such thing as openly straight.

It needs to be said that sometimes my mom forgets important details when she talks. Like the time she told us she was considering leather (couches, it turns out), or when I was little and she said, "Here's a napkin to put your balls in" (the Atomic Fireballs that I was eating, she meant).

Guilt is about something you do. Shame is about who you are.

The world needs people who are more comfortable standing still. We keep the earth on it axis when everybody else is bouncing around.

You can be anything you want, but when you go against who you are inside, it doesn't feel good.