We love the things we love for what they are.

I want the deepest, darkest, sickest parts of you that you are afraid to share with anyone because I love you that much.

For nobody else, gave me thrill-with all your faults, I love you still. It had to be you, wonderful you, it had to be you.

I think tolerance and acceptance and love is something that feeds every community.

It's nice to be included in people's fantasies but you also like to be accepted for your own sake.

I could never pretend something I didn't feel. I could never make love if I didn't love, and if I loved I could no more hide the fact than change the color of my eyes.