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

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.

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

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

Wherever I am, if I've got a book with me, I have a place I can go and be h

When a friend is in trouble don't annoy him by asking if there is anything you can do. Think up something appropriate and do it.

Horror is a feeling that cannot last long human nature is incapable of supporting it.

To be honest, I know that a lot of Asian parents are secretly shocked and horrified by many aspects of Western parenting.

If more politicians in this country were thinking about the next generation instead of the next election, it might be better for the United States and the world.

In a mind clear as still water, even the waves, breaking, are reflecting its light.

You collect as much information as you can and then you put it into the mulberry of your mind and hope that you come up with a decent wine. Sometimes you do; sometimes you don't.

I wanted to have the adoration of John Lennon but have the anonymity of Ringo Starr. I didn't want to be a frontman; I just wanted to be back there and still be a rock and roll star at the same time.

Silk and Shadows is something else. Like brilliant. It got under my skin as very, very few books have. It's still under my skin. Mikhal was haunting.

After a few days, I mused, I would have no trouble. Whoever heard of a revolution of fat men?