Life was all about being in a certain place, at a certain time.

Love [is] supposed to move mountains, to make the world go round, to be all you need, but it [falls] apart at the deatils. It [can't] save a single person.

Eventually, I told myself not to expect anything from him, and as a result it has gotten easier for me to take what comes.

At home I was raped by a guy i thought I loved' Trixie said, because thats what it was to her and always would be.

Instead of plotting the demise of the traditional family, as some politicians and religious leaders would have you believe, gay people mow their lawns and watch 'American Idol' and video their children's concerts and have the same hopes and dreams that their straight counterparts do.

I think the 'New York Times' reviews overall tend to overlook popular fiction, whether you're a man, woman, white, black, purple or pink. I think there are a lot of readers who would like to see reviews that belong in the range of commercial fiction rather than making the blanket assumption that all commercial fiction is unworthy.

Then they scrambled through the window and into the darkness, determined to turn themselves into what they were not.