I shouldn't have been there. I should never have been born.

Cut the ending. Revise the script. The man of her dreams is a girl.

This is my vision-what I imagine I'll pass through on my way to the light. The blue sky, the clouds, the rays of light.

...the man of my dreams is a girl.

Really? It seems too good to be true. I don't trust it. I don't trust anyone.

Your failures and your faults, they stick with you. They glob into ugly, cancerous growths inside you and make you want to die.

Me? I had no dreams. No longings. Dreams only set you up for disappointment. Plus, you had to have a life to have dreams of a better life.

No one ever found out what was happening inside me. How the pain was eating me away. No one ever came to my rescue, or stood up for me.

What's the point of living if you don't belong anywhere?

What you see, isn't always what you get

Is that all I am? A friend?" "Of course not," I say. "I love you." "Am I the only one?" she asks. "Yes. Completely." First, last, and always.

For the space of many, many years, you were enough for me. You were my bliss, and my hallelujah.

Of all the religions in the world, perhaps the religion of liberty is the only faith capable of purity.

Most women are pragmatists who have allowed extremists on the left and right to manipulate the family issue for their own purposes.

I love you more than anything in this world. I don't expect that will last.

Legal gun ownership always prevails over the emotionalism of the gun control movement.

Let there be nothing untried; for nothing happens by itself, but men obtain all things by trying.

I got a pit bull from a shelter, so my whole life is centered on this dog, and I've been writing a lot of dog jokes. I should probably give up now, because I'm writing jokes about my dog.

Envy's a coal comes hissing hot from Hell.

Memory is dialogic and arises not only from direct experience but from the intercourse of many minds.

I started by designing a sweater very close to the body, because I couldn't find any for myself.