If goodness can't come from bad things, it makes bad things unbearable.

This, I think, is how people survive: Even when horrible things have been done to us, we can still find gratitude in one another.

But isn't this a dance? Isn't all of this a dance? Isn't that what we do with words? Isn't that what we do when we talk, when we spar, when we make plans or leave it to chance? Some of it's choreographed. Some of the steps have been done for ages. And the rest -- the rest is spontaneous. The rest has to be decided on the floor, in the moment, before the music ends.

I've always known I was gay, but it wasn't confirmed until I was in kindergarten. It was my teacher who said so. It was right there on my kindergarten report card: PAUL IS DEFINITELY GAY AND HAS VERY GOOD SENSE OF SELF.

It's hard to answer a question you haven't been asked. It's hard to show you tried unless you end up succeeding.

You have to believe there are kisses and laughs and risks worth taking.

We didn't believe in fate, but we believed in serendipity. We felt very lucky.