Top 71 Quotes About Monette
#1. Tears are part of the leeway of the common areas of a hospital, since so many have to do their crying away from the patient's bed. You don't care who sees you cry in the lobby: it was port of entry for all the sorrows, and one gave up all one's previous citizenship at the border.
Paul Monette
#2. The rats we met the size of small dogs and they watched us go by like they'd figured out that what People were for was feeding rats.
Sarah Monette
#3. It is a rose planted in your heart, and as it's thorns tear you, so does it thrive and flower
Sarah Monette
#4. The better you get at being just a shoulder, the more unsexed you become.
Paul Monette
#5. The struggle for true openness and intimacy is a lifelong struggle for all of us, gay and straight alike. And besides, a difficult life brings you to the core of yourself, where you learn what justice is and how it has to be fought for.
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#6. And besides, the thing about committing yourself to a lie is that mostly you end up in twice the trouble, 'cause truth is like a whirlwind and you can't keep it in a box.
Sarah Monette
#7. And the Nazis. A real piece of work, old number XII, who wouldn't intervene even so far as to tell his Polish cardinals to dampen the enthusiasm of the good Catholics running the camps and the
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#9. The problem with secret crushes: in the absence of requital the love turns bitter.
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#10. Perhaps we were atheists by default, but the matter of God did not come into the equation of our love.
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#11. So I told myself I would give it up, even prayed at night for it to be taken away, not knowing that 'it' was love.
Paul Monette
#12. I am a huge fan of world-building. I love doing it in my own books, and I love reading it done well.
Sarah Monette
#13. 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 you lose or how bad you die.
Paul Monette
#14. 'You like jealousy. You like knowing people want you.'
He wasn't talking about sex, and my heart slowed a little. 'Is it not natural to want to be liked?'
'That ain't what you want. It's like you got to have everybody's heart, and if they don't give it, you rip it out and watch it bleed.'
Sarah Monette
#15. 'So what happens next?'
'Everybody dies, and the people who don't get married.'
'Like any other story, then.'
Sarah Monette
#16. Beyond the window, snow fell like frozen drops of poison.
Sarah Monette
#17. To experience love as claustrophobia. In such a twisted paradigm lies the sick legacy of a lifetime in the closet.
Paul Monette
#18. I liked being adrift in symbols, beauty for beauty's sake.
Paul Monette
#20. What makes a story a story is that something changes. Internal, external, small or large, trivial or of earth-shattering importance. Doesn't matter.
Sarah Monette
#21. I was out of the war because men like this were too scared to talk about dick.
Paul Monette
#22. How do you think poetry helps people? he'd ask, wanting the whole thing quantified so he could compare it to digging wells in the Peace Corps.
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#23. The Bible is still the only dirty book I've ever read, at least in its current incarnation as a weapon of the homophobes. Bible scholarship keeps trying to catch up, proving that all the hatred of gay is just stupid translation, though the snake-oil preachers don't want to hear it.
Paul Monette
#25. If the government was going to continue to act as if we didn't exist, if the medical establishment was prone to gridlock over funds, if the drug companies were waiting till the curve got high enough for profit, then we would find our own way.
Paul Monette
#26. Being different was about something more than just our dicks.
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#27. Go without hate, but not without rage. Heal the world.
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#28. In this Puritan sinkhole of a culture, we don't teach children the uses of pleasure, and so they decide we are fools and go their own way, blindly. If we learned to drive as badly as we learn to make love, the roads would be nothing but wrecks.
Paul Monette
#29. Isolfr," Frithulf said, "you weigh a hundred stone."
"Do I? Sorry," and he tried to straighten, but nothing was working.
Frithulf swore and said,"Kari, I think I'm going to need you to get his feet."
Are they running away? Isolfr wanted to ask.
Sarah Monette
#30. Felix just sat there, not smirking exactly - or not so as you could call him on it - but clearly happy with how unhappy he'd managed to make all of us.
Sarah Monette
#31. It will be recorded that the dead in the first decade of the calamity died of our indifference.
Paul Monette
#32. As an artist, you reach for the pen that's full of blood.
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#33. The imagination was the only country where a man could truly breathe free.
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#35. A curious paradox here: hand in hand with the political rebellion of the age went a certain omnisexual freedom, but that meant you could sleep with anyone, not that you could be gay.
Paul Monette
#36. Life on Mars would be awesome! Even single-celled life, although I admit that in my heart of hearts, I want it to be the barge-people of the canals.
Sarah Monette
#37. And thus I wonder about so many gay men I've met since, pillars of the community, out to everyone else but Mom, who still refer to their lovers as something between a roommate and a valet. Just who is being protected here, and who thinks queer is wrong?
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#38. Apparently long hair was enough to make you a faggot in Chicago in '68.
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#39. And just getting into bed with somebody wasn't the magic solution, because people could hide their terrors in pure technique - depersonalizing so completely the body embraced that they felt nothing at all.
Paul Monette
#40. Jonak says to say he send congratulations and well-wishes and all the things he ought - he was so pleased with himself for being an uncle he couldn't sit still to think them out.
Sarah Monette
#41. That as long as I kept them apart, love would be sexless and sex loveless, endlessly repeating its cycle of self-denial and self-abuse.
Paul Monette
#42. Self pity becomes your oxygen. But you learned to breathe it without a gasp. So, nobody even notices you're hurting.
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#43. The dead person is not truly dead until the last person who rememebers them dies.
Sarah Monette
#44. Was you born this fucking dumb, Milly-Fox, or do you practice every Dixieme?
Sarah Monette
#45. I gave up on cussing - I'd run out of words filthy enough - and just started praying.
Sarah Monette
#46. There ain't nothing worse than getting fired by somebody you hate, because it means they
Sarah Monette
#47. And if the government was stone-deaf, the press was mute. The media are convinced in 1987 that they're doing a great job reporting the AIDS story, and there's no denying they've grasped the horror. But for four years they let the bureaucracies get away with passive genocide,
Paul Monette
#48. You know how sometimes you can be going along and do something or say something, and suddenly you *know* yourself? I mean, it's like you're looking at somebody else, and it's just so fucking clear you want to hit something.
Sarah Monette
#49. Poetry served as a sort of intellectual wallpaper to brighten up the closet.
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#51. It occurred to me that it said something very unpleasant about both of us that we saw concern and kindness as attacks.
Sarah Monette
#52. Good days are such a mysterious gift that you dare not question them much, and the only problem is they give you a false sense of security.
Paul Monette
#53. Sacred bleeding fuck, I said, because, I mean its one thing to know your crazy hocus brother sees ghosts, and a whole different thing when you find out they're telling him bedtime stories.
Sarah Monette
#54. Consider the stars. Among them are no passions, no wars. They know neither love nor hatred. Did man but emulate the stars, would not his soul become clear and radiant as they are? But man's spirit draws him like a moth to the ephemera of this world, and in their heat he is consumed entire.
Sarah Monette
#55. It would take me the better part of growing up to understand that intimacy, more than sex or even sexual orientation, was the universal battleground, and no easier for straight than gay.
Paul Monette
#56. They looked at me, in my hippie garb, with horror and disgust, the Decline of Western Civilisation suddenly plopped in their midst.
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#57. I suppose we'd been waiting for each other all our lives.
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#58. When I bucked and shot myself, hearing him greedily drink and swallow, I knew I had tasted life at last - and wouldn't end up sobbing in a wheelchair after all.
Paul Monette
#59. I would love with all my heart to be able to speak Greek, classical or modern or both. It is a beautiful language, both aurally and in terms of the intricacy of its construction. I took four semesters of Ancient Greek in college, but it's all rusted away now - and I never learned to speak it anyway.
Sarah Monette
#60. I catch a flash of red-gold beneath the surface of the water, and realize that there are koi in the pond, massive, serene, and I wonder: are they dreams of fish, or fish who dream?
Sarah Monette
#61. Although Mar would be quite pleased to be consort, Skjaldwulf didn't want to be wolfjarl.
He wanted Isolfr, and he would take the damned job that went with it, if he could win it, if that was what it took.
Sarah Monette
#62. That would be my theme, I thought: once I came out, the world was all windows.
Paul Monette
#63. The river runs through the heart of the city, and braiding around and over and under the river, the city's rail system is a welter of tarnished silver ribbons.
Sarah Monette
#65. I have mild albinism, which means I am very sensitive to light, so the animal representation of my spirit would have to be a mole. I am particularly fond of that most Lovecraftian of mammals, the star-nosed mole, and tend to choose it for online icons and avatars.
Sarah Monette
#66. If I was really, really lucky, Felix might throw a fireball at me, and I'd get out of the rest of this freakshow.
Sarah Monette
#67. The fountain of youth is like the monkey's paw in the W. W. Jacobs story. It never ends well.
Sarah Monette
#68. What love gives you is the courage to face the secrets you've kept from yourself, a reason to open the rest of the doors.
Paul Monette
#69. It was the first time I'd ever considered that gay might not just be about whom we slept with but a kind of sensibility, what survived of feeling after all the fears and evasions of the closet.
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#70. Love and fuck in the same breath, even if it's your last.
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#71. 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 man who wouldn't hold me back.
Paul Monette
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