People who love themselves, don't hurt other people. The more we hate ourselves, the more we want others to suffer.

I will never grow thick skin, so that you don't have to feel bad about being a jerk to me.

A lot of people don't like me. I take that as evidence that I have done something beautifully different or something extraordinary.

Don't we get it? To put our arm around someone who is gay, someone who has an addiction, somebody who lives a different lifestyle, someone who is not what we think they should be... doing that has nothing to do with enabling them or accepting what they do as okay by us. It has nothing to do with encouraging them in their practice of what you or I might feel or believe is wrong vs right.It has everything to do with being a good human being. A good person. A good friend.

I'm not going to miss 95% of life to weigh 5% less.

When I look at each of my brothers, I see two things. First, I see the next place I want to leave a rosy welt. Second, I see a good man who will always be there, no matter how hard life gets for me or him. Then, I get out of the way because I realize he's coming at me with a wet dish towel.

I have to wonder at what point the people fighting to protect marriage will realize that traditional couples haven't exactly been doing too good a job of it so far.