I am one of those people, and I may be personally biased, who wishes that I had some place to come out of the closet besides a bar.
I think there are profound differences between the civil rights struggle for African Americans and the civil rights struggle for gay Americans.
If you’re doing something, if you’re following something that is directly at odds with who you are, you’ve got to slow down and ask yourself why you’re following that dream.
If you aren’t following your bliss, there is a discrepancy in your psychology that needs to be healed, it needs to be mended.
I think for gay people to see gay people living honestly about everything they do is really a contribution.
What’s become more important to me over time is to not try to sell myself as someone that I’m not, and that begins with coming out of the closet and gradually it’s a challenge to expand that into other areas of my life.
I think the gay community, as a whole, is slighted by high-profile figures who remain in the closet. But I think that a lot of times we need to ask ourselves what that person’s role in our community would be if they were out of the closet.
I think that the most important reason to come out is your own sanity; that’s above everything else. I think that applies whether you’re a public figure or not. The closet is a terrible place to be for the person who’s in it.
I think dragging someone out of the closet who isn’t necessarily engaged in anti-gay activities can have a destructive effect on them and on us. I don’t want unwilling gay people advocating on my behalf; I think that’s a challenge.
Any spot where the earth kisses the clouds is a special place, a place where primal truths reveal themselves to those who’ve acquired the wisdom of solitude.
Vengeance is always possible, he said, but only if your memory can endure it.
He had a nice house in the Norma Triangle section of West Hollywood and an ass that could stop a war.
Your skin looks like margarine, and your pants are so tight I feel like congratulating the blood that can get to your ass.
She leaned her head to one side of the pillow to meet her son’s eyes. “Never give into them,” she whispered. “No matter what they do or how important you feel it is to get their acceptance. Never kill part of yourself for them. Because other people will notice that part is missing before you do.
This might be the price of vengeance, she thinks. You have to spend the rest of your life living inside the memories of the worst things done to you so you can constantly justify what you did to avenge them.
Anger can give you a false sense of direction when sadness makes you feel lost.
You can leave. You just don’t want to. And the more you give in to that urge, the more you’ll come to believe the lies you’re telling yourself about what you are and aren’t capable of.
Good horror offers a sense of an upended, lawless world and that’s appealing to anyone who grew up feeling like an outsider.
That’s what guilt truly is, Scott realizes, a fishhook’s tug on the third or fourth minute of every happy moment.
When we hurt people just to punish them, Luanne used to say, we create a darkness that will live on long after our reasons for giving birth to it have faded.