I suppose that a lifetime spent hiding one's erotic truth could have a cumulative renunciatory effect. Sexual shame is in itself a kind of death. - Alison Bechdel

I grew to resent the way my father treated his furniture like children, and his children like furniture.

My parents seemed almost embarrassed by the fact of their marriage. There was no story, for example, of how they met.

Mo: I... y'know, um... I'm really attracted to you! [thought bubble:] Omigod! Who said that?!
Caption: A horrifying silence ensues. Is it an hour, or merely several seconds?
Harriet: I've had a crush on you for months.
Mo: Thank goddess! I was about to commit hara-kiri with my teaspoon!