Most gay bashers will be wearing what gay people had on four years earlier - only in polyester with a Penney's label.

Wait, we can not break bread with you. You have taken the land which is rightfully ours. Years from now my people will be forced to live in mobile homes on reservations. Your people will wear cardigans, and drink highballs. We will sell our bracelets by the road sides, and you will play golf, and eat hot h'ors d'ourves. My people will have pain and degradation. Your people will have stick shifts. The gods of my tribe have spoken. They said do not trust the pilgrims, especially Sarah Miller. And for all of these reasons I have decided to scalp you and burn your village to the ground.

There is only one blasphemy, and that is the refusal to experience joy.

I believe in a benevolent God not because He created the Grand Canyon or Michelangelo, but because He gave us snacks.

I love [my parents], but what if I could really talk to them? I mean, what if they had some answers? Or would that just be too weird?

If God didn't want you to have it, He would never have let you see it.

Most gay bashers will be wearing what gay people had on four years earlier - only in polyester with a Penney's label.