“Time to set forth alone and find out what sort of man I was, instead of being a mirror to somebody else. Swearing a blood oath, even as I clung to this ghost embrace, that I would never hold another… — Paul Monette Copy Share Image
The problem with secret crushes: in the absence of requital the love turns bitter. — Paul Monette Copy Share Image
“The first thing you see, directly in front of you, is a dim-lit tunnel receding deep under the island. The tunnel is paved with… — Paul Monette Copy Share Image
“How far was that? On March 1 he told us the chest x-ray looked clear, except for a shadow that was probably the pulmonary… — Paul Monette Copy Share Image
“Summer has always been good to me, even the bittersweet end, with the slanted yellow light.” — Paul Monette Copy Share Image
Don't let anyone tell you that the truth can't disappear. If I believe in anything, rather than God, is that I am part of… — Paul Monette Copy Share Image
When you finally come out, there's a pain that stops, and you know it will never hurt like that again, no matter how much… — Paul Monette Copy Share Image
“The pain between them made me as envious as their laughter, because it was real and expressible, blood-red with passion, and not the invisible… — Paul Monette Copy Share Image
“Organized religion is the school of hate, and never more exultant in its righteous indignation than when it talks about gay and lesbian. In… — Paul Monette Copy Share Image
Self pity becomes your oxygen. But you learned to breathe it without a gasp. So, nobody even notices you're hurting. — Paul Monette Copy Share Image
“You need only to have glimpsed it once to know there's a window out of all this black and sleepless night. Then you must… — Paul Monette Copy Share Image
