People should go about their daily lives, to work, to live, to travel, to shop, to do the things people did in the same way as they did them before 11 September.
What a seaOf melting ice I walk on!
Pleasures of worse natures Are gladly entertained, and they that shun us Practice in private sports the stews would blush at.
Greatness, with private men Esteem'd a blessing, is to me a curse; And we, whom, for our high births, they conclude The happy freemen, are the only slaves. Happy the golden mean!
Virgin me no virgins! I must have you lose that name, or you lose me.
The good needs fear no law, It is his safety and the bad man's awe.
I in my own house am an emperor, And will defend what's mine.
I hope you will attain enlightenment. I am here to tell you that you already have! But you don't know. . . The difference between the Buddha and us is the confidence in knowing that he was enlightened.
I mean, I like nice girls, and I like people who are generous.
I was keenly conscious of the comrades-in-arms who had fallen with me. A bond surpassing by a hundredfold that which I had known in life bound me to them. I felt a sense of inexpressible relief and realized that I had feared, more than death, separation from them. I apprehended that excruciating war survivor's torment, the sense of isolation and self-betrayal experienced by those who had elected to cling yet to breath when their comrades had let loose their grip.
I would say that although my music may be or may have been part of the cultural background fabric of the gay community, I consider myself an outsider who belongs everywhere and nowhere. . . Being a human being is what truly counts. That's where you'll find me.