I did not draw a conscious parallel to my own sexuality, much less my father's. But the immersion — like green dishwashing liquid bathing a cuticle —… - Alison Bechdel

[on Stonewall Inn] And while I acknowledge the absurdity of claiming a connection to that mythologized flashpoint...might not a lingering vibration, a quantum of rebellion, still have hung in the humectant air?

Our games of baseball — already lethargic affairs — would grind to a half as soon as the ball rolled near a perennial border.

Sparrow: Listen, Mo. I have been doing crisis intervention with battered, homeless women and kids all week long. Tonight, I am going to vegetate in front of the TV. If you're so worried about Bosnia, go join the Red Cross.