And I know what I told my father was true: let us taste the world, and we’ll do whatever it takes to shape it into our home.

Im here and he’s not. That I’m alive and he’s…

I would use the same word to describe both my joy and the rain: torrential. This—this—this is all I ever wanted from the world: wide-open spaces and cooling rain and the chance to run.

What matters right now is this: we're each of us standing here, together, alive, together.

Who are the real monsters?

The United States is falling away from the very things that had made it what it was. What it is becoming is something to be feared....

My husband and I click wedding rings sometimes and say, 'By the power of the Castle of Greyskull!'

You can cultivate taste, as you can the intellect. Full understanding whets the appetite and desire, and, later, sharpens the enjoyment of possession.

I don't think of those things [from farting, to male on male affection, to crossdressing] as being taboo, I suppose, so it didn't strike me as, "Oh, I'm breaking boundaries and stuff..."

The urge to escape our real self is also an urge to escape the rational and the obvious.

Guard us, guide us, keep us, feed us, For we have no help but Thee.

We're gonna get some time to sit down individually with each player and see what their role is.

But even in the schoolyard I'd been aware of that silence, that reserve in him, as though he'd been raised by foxes and language was his second language.

If you don't leave, I'll get somebody who will.

Life must be a preparation for the transition to another dimension.