Straight people have it so much easier. They don’t understand. They can’t. There’s no such thing as openly straight.

And perhaps the best answer is not to tolerate differences, not even to accept them. But to celebrate them. Maybe then those who are different would feel more loved, and less, well, tolerated.

I don't think about relatability (when writing), I think about the heart of the character.

Do you know how you get the urge to clean your room, and it’s no big deal? But when your mom tells you that you have to clean your room, you don't want to? That's me, anyway.

You can be anything you want, but when you go against who you are inside, it doesn't feel good.

The world needs people who are more comfortable standing still. We keep the earth on it axis when everybody else is bouncing around.

Guilt is about something you do. Shame is about who you are.

More and more these days, I'm realizing that I might be crazy, but I'm loved too. I don't think I ever really knew that before, but I do now.

What do you call it when a straight person comes out? ... A conversation

Inspiration for my short stories grows from a psychic kernel, a vision of some sort or an eccentric, colorful dream.

Yoga gave me the ability to calm down.

It is the policy of the federal government to use all resources at its disposal to make our financial system stronger.

I love you. I love your smile, your snarl, your grin, your face when you're sleeping.

If you think of 'Liberty Valance' or 'The Searchers,' there are moments in there that you'll never, ever forget... And it does not matter what century you are from.

I was just letting the shots fly. You know, I don't leave any bullets in the chamber.

Are you okay?" Daniel whispered, his voice soft, his lips so close to hers. "Yes." She could feel the beating of his wings. "You caught me." "I will always catch you when you fall.

My life isn't much different than when I worked full time as a journalist.

I want to love, and be loved.

It's not finished until it's documented.