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“The rabbi, my lover, is back from Warsaw, so my concentration and self-esteem are destroyed. I wrote mythological poems in ninth grade, and the myth my lover resembles is Orpheus—not that I revere Orpheus, I think Orpheus was a failure and a turncoat, I prefer Abraham for being a semi-literalist about God’s commands. The real heartthrob is Isaac, who, if he were alive now and living in Hoboken or in this tiny town near Hoboken, a town I am devastated to admit is my permanent address, would wear studious gold-framed glasses and would have an unfashionable halo of disordered and frizzy curls; he would play the oboe and be constantly licking and biting and polishing his reeds; and he would treat me disrespectfully.”
“Fortunately, I did still say yes to some terrific opportunities, such as the chance to play the title role in a summer stock tour of Auntie Mame. To be on the safe side, at my cardiology checkup, I asked Dr. Erica Jones if she thought I had the endurance to undertake the physically demanding role of Mame. Not in the least showbiz savvy, she leaned in with a concerned look. ‘Will you be lifting anything heavy?’ To which I replied, ‘Well, I’ll be carrying the plot.’”
“I should have never weaponized you with an education.”
“If I ever go looking for my heart’s desire again, I won’t look any further than my own back yard.”


“Isn’t that it, to be yourself and somehow, to belong?”
“I think there’s a real thirst for younger generations to have those kinds of spaces. I think as younger generations maybe look to gay restaurants or gay cafes as possible meeting places, I think that’s also going to bring up interest in the past when those kinds of places were everywhere, at least in gay neighborhoods and also in small towns and medium sized cities as well.”

“And so, finding that, for once, I was not sorry to be alone, I said to myself: I am happy. Perfectly happy, I repeated, as my eyes roamed wide over the brilliant desolate sea and the empty contours of the land. Were they, after all, searching for something that was lacking? I hardly knew.”
“Sometimes it is the evidence, the spectacle of another person’s grief that harrows you, more than the loss itself.”
“I would like to be a spoiled rich white girl. They get what they want, whenever they want it. They don’t have to really struggle with finances, nice things, nice clothes, and they don’t have to have that as a problem.”
“For Blue there are no boundaries or solutions.”
“It’s just a real gentle moment. I’m here by myself and I don’t mind. I kind of wish it could just stay like this for maybe a few years, or I just never moved out of this spot. I could just watch the light stay like this. And maybe somebody coming along and just putting their arms around me for a few minutes.”
“Most art will disappear. The past is edited so it always looks clearer to us. Today always looks a bit of a jumble. We’ll put up with rubbish from now, but not with rubbish from the past.”

