Quotes About Diversity

Max is a marvel to us. He will never have to come out because he will never have been kept in. Even though he has a mom and a dad, they made sure from the beginning to tell him that it didn't have to be a mom and a dad. It could be a mom and a mom, a dad and a dad, just a mom, or just a dad. When Max's early affections became clear, he didn't think twice about them. He doesn't see it as defining him. It is just a part of his definition.

Even if you were green and had a beard and a male appendage between your legs. Even if your eyebrows were orange and you had a mole covering your entire cheek and a nose that poked me in the eye every time I kissed you. Even if you weighed seven hundred pounds and had hair the size of a Doberman under your arms. Even then, I would love you.

I love books about freaks, because I am one. You might be, too. Let's be freaks together?

Even though you're not my type, gender-wise, you're my type, person-wise.

Then again. Maybe the simple diagnosis of either hetero or homo is misleading. Maybe there's just sexuality, and it's bendable and unpredictable.

Even though you're not my type, gender wise, you're certainly my type, person-wise.

It's only in the finer points that it gets complicated and contentious, the inability to realize that no matter what our religion or gender or race or geographic background, we all have about 98 percent in common with each other.... For whatever reason, we like to focus on the 2 percent that's different, and most of the conflict in the world comes from that.

All you really need to do is let the comic book geeks know and the rest of the world will follow.

We all have about 98 percent in common with each other. For whatever reason, we like to focus on the 2 percent that's different, and most of the conflict in the world comes from that.

The feeling that the world is full of people who think different is synonymous with wrong.

I had yet to learn that when it came to gender, I was both and neither.

We come to a corner where there are a few people protesting the festivities. I don't understand this at all. It's like protesting the fact that some people are red-haired. In my experience, desire is desire, love is love.

Must interests be interesting? That is, must they be interesting to someone other than yourself?

There's truly a story on every corner. But still might be a shock, to realize you are just one story walking among millions

It's never the same city. Your city isn't even the same as my city, I bet.

There were days I felt like a girl and days I felt like a boy, and those days wouldn't always correspond with the body I was in. I still believed everyone when they said I had to be one or the other. Nobody was telling me a different story, and I was too young to think for myself. I had yet to learn that when it came to gender, I was both and neither.

When one of my teammates botches a shot, the coach tells him to stop being a girl. I wish I could tell him that I was a girl two days ago, and two days before that. Nothing is different. A shot is a shot.

I am amazed at the randomness, the comedy, and the faith that brings us all together and makes us hold on.

In fact, the people who live in this town exist—millions of them. They just don't happen to all live in the same town.

Maybe there's just sexuality, and it's bendable and unpredictable, like a circus performer (...)

In my experience, desire is desire, love is love. I have never fallen in love with a gender. I have fallen for individuals. I know this is hard for people to do, but I don't understand why it's so hard, when it's so obvious.

Every time two boys kiss, it opens up the world a little bit more.

I mean, certainly, not everyone sucks in the same way, and not everyone sucks equally, but everyone sucks at least a little.

Mostly I was spending time in the Strand, that bastion of titillating erudition. Not so much a bookstore as a collision of 100 different bookstores, with literary wreckage strewn over 18 miles of shelves.