I like to sit in the window and watch the cute boys walk by.

Freedom is too enormous to be slipped under a closet door.

If you are not personally free to be yourself in that most important of all human activities... the expression of love... then life itself loses its meaning.

We don't want sympathetic liberals, we want gays to represent gays... I represent the gay street people-the 14-year-old runaway from San Antonio. We have to make up for hundreds of years of persecution. We have to give hope to that poor runaway kid from San Antonio. They go to the bars because churches are hostile. They need hope! They need a piece of the pie!

I have tasted freedom. I will not give up that which I have tasted. I have a lot more to drink. For that reason, the political numbers game will be played. I know the rules of their game now and how to play it.

I know that you cannot live on hope alone, but without it, life is not worth living. And you...And you...And you...Gotta give em hope.

We will not win our rights by staying quietly in our closets.