Prejudice usually can't survive close contact with the people who are supposed to be so despicable, which is why the propagandists for hate always preach separation.

By coming out to ourselves, we free up the energy we spent keeping a part of ourselves hidden.

If you live in a society that wishes you didn't exist, anything you do to make yourself happy disrupts its attempts to wipe you out, or at the very least, make you invisible.

When you're hurting another person, past a certain point you're cracking them open and whatever's inside them gets all over you. So you should kinda check out whether you want that to happen.

Responsibility without power is a really bad deal.

SM is an art. Doing it well requires more than a bag full of expensive whips and exotic electrical toys, a closet full of fetish clothes, or a basement filled with bondage furniture.

A lot of people who are depressed, I think, are suffering from blocked creativity.

If your relationship with someone is based on your desire for them to change into something radically different, there's no real closeness there, no real communication.

This is one of the reasons we need to transition: people can't validate an identity they can't see.

The scars are a way of reminding me that the past is real. They are honorable.

When it comes to your inner critic, my advice is to not take advice from someone who doesn't like you. That's like returning to the perpetrator for healing after you've been abused.

Above all things never be afraid. The enemy who forces you to retreat is himself afraid of you at that very moment.

I still believe in a place called Hope.

That's what amateur skating is about, technical expertise, and it should always stay that way.

I think, therefore I'm going to have breakfast.

Cheerfulness in most cheerful people is the rich and satisfying result of strenuous discipline.

I'm just going to embrace every experience.

I'd never even seen a play by the time I was 24 years old.

Never make any reference to the other person's family. "You're just like your - " because that is out, completely.

She went from angry to calm so fast that he wondered if she wasn’t the Ferrari of moms. Her top speed had to be .65 nanoseconds.’ (Nick)

I say to my breath once again, little breath come from in front of me, go away behind me, row me quietly now, as far as you can, for I am an abyss that I am trying to cross.