“Yellowdog, where does sorrow go?” He held his heart. “Lives here, in each of us.” — Trebor Healey Copy Share Image
“Yellowdog, where does sorrow go?” He held his heart. “Lives here, in each of us.” — Trebor Healey Copy Share
“The only good soul is a lost soul, and only a lost soul can find its way home.” — Trebor Healey Copy Share
“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
“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
“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
“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
“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
“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
“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
“I figured in the modern world, considering, Jesus himself would have likely been born in a frat house.” — Trebor Healey Copy Share
“If I were God, it’d be a whole different story, dropping fruit at will. Let them eat apples.” — Trebor Healey Copy Share
“C.H.R.I.S.T.I.A.N.I.T.Y.: it’s not so much the thing itself, but the side effects that kill you – the opportunistic infections of misinterpretation and politics –… — Trebor Healey Copy Share
