"If you go looking for loonies and religious fanatics and dropouts and freaks, I dare say you'll find..." — Stephen Fry

Generally, we admire the thing we are not.

You don't sit down and write a wish list about the person you are going to fall violently in love with. It just doesn't work like that.

When you get just a complete sense of blackness or void ahead of you, that somehow the future looks an impossible place to be, and the direction you are going seems to have no purpose, there is this word despair which is a very awful thing to feel.

That one can love another of the same gender, that is what the homophobe really cannot stand.