“When I was 14 I came very close to becoming a gay teen suicide ‘statistic’ but I then turned to music, my piano, my loved ones, and discovered that it does in fact get better.”

You still don’t like the idea of gay marriage? Then, as my friend, the economist Julianne Malveaux, says: Don’t marry a gay person. Case closed, problem solved.

You don’t have to be straight to be in the military; you just have to be able to shoot straight.

Just imagine how boring life would be if we were all the same. My idea of a perfect world is one in which we really appreciated each other’s differences: Short, tall; Democrat, Republican; black, white; gay, straight-a world in which all of us are equal, but definitely not the same.

There is an irony that the most active anti-gay groups are Al-Qaeda and the American Right wing.

Italians’ relationship to food is loving, informal, and gay.

When they are gay, the waves echo their gaiety; but when they are sad, then every breaker, as it rolls, seems to bring additional sadness, and to speak to us of hopelessness and of the pettiness of all our joys.

I’ve always had tremendous support from my parents. I think there’s a myth that gay people have lousy relationships with their parents.

Gay people don’t actually try to convert people. That’s Jehovah’s Witnesses you’re thinking of.