These are the things you don’t say, even to someone you love.
~ Johnny Rich
Silent is an anagram of listen.
The silence was pregnant with noise, with muted fury, with questions the father found too disgusting to frame and with answers to which the son was incapable of giving voice.
The only simple truth is that there is nothing simple in this complex universe. Everything relates. Everything connects
Wouldn’t a no one do as well as a someone about whom nothing can be said?
Being gay is not just what I do, but who I am. It is part of how I choose to live my life even if I never chose.
Even when I press against him his presence is too far away.
Those who perpetrate stories must act cruelly.
Anyone can be a story. Everyone is.
A thrilling story can be dull if told badly, but even the most mundane event can be elevated into a tale of epic scale by a good storyteller.
Nothing is over our heads if we hold them high enough.
As thoroughly as mankind has killed God, the reader has despatched the author.
Adam & Eve have been degraded, reduplicated forever, photocopies of photocopies, mistakes copied, magnified, augmented.
Even Damocles developed a routine.
Rejection is no badge of honour.
I’ve often been criticised, but never critically wounded
He’s a typical existentialist. And that’s a contradiction in terms if ever there was one.
Genes do not make an individual homosexual. They play their part, but so does the rest of the universe.
I guarantee it will change your life, but only because everything does, however small.
So, my sweet, did it put the fun into funeral?
That small difference made all the difference.
Sometimes a butterfly flaps its wings and the weather turns out fine.
To lose one parent might be considered a misfortune, or a reason to deny God’s existence at the least. To lose two looks like He may be up to something.
He showed videotape of himself committing acts of self-violence and informing news crews that he had been assaulted by a marauding mob of irate art historians.
You know, sometimes I even envy myself.
So who is cruel? You, cruel reader, you are.
