“Summer has always been good to me, even the bittersweet end, with the slanted yellow light.” — Paul Monette Copy Share Image
“Summer has always been good to me, even the bittersweet end, with the slant of yellow light.” — 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 artery, but he was playing safe and ordering a CAT scan to make sure it wasn’t a lymph node. Roger and I had lunch that day at the hospital cafeteria, in the prison-yard court on plastic… — Paul Monette Copy Share
“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 something that goes all the way back to Antigone, and that whatever speaks the truth of our hearts can only make us stronger. Can only give us the power to counter the hate and bigotry and… — Paul Monette Copy Share
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 pain of a ghost like me. Sometimes my head filled with a scream that went on for hours but was silenced by the walls of the closet. My face still wearing its social smile fixed in… — Paul Monette Copy Share
“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 use it to hope on. Key to the dream country where all your people are whole again, and the gunboats can't reach you, and the Empire of Hate is rubble. You and your secret dream of… — Paul Monette Copy Share
