“How many of these children would one day be queer? How many would be felled by the acronym? How many by something else? How many would forget the circus? How many would never see it at all? How many would… — Trebor Healey Copy Share Image
“Yellowdog, where does sorrow go?” He held his heart. “Lives here, in each of us.” — Trebor Healey Copy Share Image
“The only good soul is a lost soul, and only a lost soul can find its way home.” — Trebor Healey Copy Share Image
“Which made Lawrence what? – The Prince of Darkness himself? Or just another false prophet? What boyfriend wasn’t in the end?” — Trebor Healey Copy Share Image
“How many of these children would one day be queer? How many would be felled by the acronym? How many by something else? How… — Trebor Healey Copy Share Image
“Consequently, any boy who appeared at such a time was bound to carry a certain weight, a sort of saving grace, a fateful gravity.” — Trebor Healey Copy Share Image
“I felt my heart crack slowly like a pomegranate, spilling its seeds.” — Trebor Healey Copy Share Image
“Don’t focus on outward means of satisfaction if you want to be happy.” — Trebor Healey Copy Share Image
“My emotions were like a crowd. Give ’em what they want. Barabbas or the J-man. There’s gonna be a crucifixion. Well, more or less.… — Trebor Healey Copy Share Image
“Love was actually more like calculus or physics. What was the half-life of love? Did it have cosigns and slopes, or quarks that morphed… — Trebor Healey Copy Share Image
“Even when I wasn’t looking for Jimmy, there was a huge empty mouth waiting inside the doors of all those clubs. It was in… — Trebor Healey Copy Share Image
“I opened the bag and ran my hand through his ashes. He’s like an instant universe. Just add a little water, and we’d have… — Trebor Healey Copy Share Image
