Quotes from Michael Thomas Ford

One of the great lies we tell ourselves is that just because we're related to people, we have to like them.

He lifted his shirt, and on his back was the White Rabbit, wearing his waistcoat and looking at his watch. It was just like the illustration from the book. Only standing next to him, back-to-back, was another White Rabbit wearing a leather motercycle jacket and boots and smoking a cigar.

People always say they want to hear the truth, but they really don't

Straight people get married so that they can have sex. Gay men have sex so that they can get friends.

This is the part where they try to make you remember," said Sadie. She looked at my wrists. "Is it working?" Without realizing it, I'd pushed one sleeve of my pajamas up and was rubbing the gauze that circled my wrist. I stopped, and let the sleeve fall back where it was.

I read once that a third of all gay kids try to kill themselves. They say it's because being gay is so hard in this world. They say that we won't stop trying to kill ourselves until more people understand us, and until we live in a world where it's okay for a guy to love another guy. That's probably true. But there will never be a world where it's okay to fall in love with your best friend's boyfriend.

There's not much point to being alive if you don't do what you can to make life better for someone else, is there?

I realized that all those superheroes were doing was fighting themselves, and that getting to breathe underwater or shoot fire from your fingers didn't really make up for being screwed up in the first place. It was just the consolation prize--you got the great costume and the invisible jet for being a loser in everything else.

I'm gay," I said, not sure how else to say it. "You're fifteen," she said. "You can't be gay.

When she saw me, my mother stood up and started to come toward me, but then stopped. I think maybe Cat Poop had told her not to make any sudden movements because they might scare me, like I'm a wild animal or something, because she kept looking at him and then at me. Finally she just said, "Hello, Jeff," and sat down again next to my father.

how much do you have to hate yourself to want to just wipe yourself out?

I'm tired of people thinking they're doing me favors.

But he'd never been in love. He knew that was what he was really asking himself. He'd never given himself to someone else completely. He'd always held something back, even if he hadn't known that he was doing it. He'd reserved the deepest part of him, the part that truly was him, because he'd feared that once he gave it away he would never get it back.

Anyone can be crazy," she answered. "That's usually just because there's something screwed up in your wiring, you know? But suicide is a whole different thing. I mean, how much do you have to hate yourself to want to just wipe yourself out?

I didn't ask to be saved

Why is it that you have to warn people about who you are? Why can't it just be something that happens?

I loved Jerry, and I wanted to have his baby." She laughed. "This was before women started looking at their vaginas in hand mirrors and Gloria Steinem told us we could be more than just mothers.

I thought you said you were okay with turning forty.

I think I'm in love," he said after swallowing. "I could marry that pie." "According to the anti-gay crowd, that'll be next," said Nan. "Pies and sheep.

I'm just saying that sometimes forgetting how much things hurt makes you do them again. And that's not always such a hot idea.

I didn't do it; I can just imagine doing it. Maybe that's the difference between crazy and not crazy.

Byron clapped Walter on the back. 'Good work,' he said. Walter shook his head. 'You're the one who clocked her with the Stephen King hardcover. That took some of the wind out of her.' 'Thank heavens he's a wordy man,' said Byron.

Just because your life isn't as awful as someone else's, that doesn't mean it doesn't suck.

In my opinion any activity during which you can enjoy a beverage is not a sport. It is a party.