Christmas can have a real melancholy aspect, 'cause it packages itself as this idea of perfect family cohesion and love, and you're always going to come up short when you measure your personal life against the idealized personal lives that are constantly thrust in our faces, primarily by TV commercials.

Shouldn't homophobic politicians and anti-gay bullies be presumed to be gay until they get caught up in a straight sex scandal?

I don't think that sin and pursuing happiness are not necessarily the same thing.

The truly revolutionary promise of our nation's founding document is the freedom to pursue happiness-with-a-capital-H.

You can’t pray away the gay, but you can torture a conflicted closet case to death.

Oh, my god. I'd be a terrible doctor. I don't like to touch other people. There's a lot of gruesome stuff in my line of work to feel or to admit. I'm sure everyone's expecting me to say "proctologist," but actually no, I don't want to be a proctologist. Probably want to be a dentist, because you don't have to touch much of the other person's body, just their face or mouth.

I don’t understand how real Christians let that little f--ker get away with that.