Queer Literature Quotes

“First there is the World. Then there is the Other World. The Other World is where I sometimes lose my footing. In its calendar turnings, its preinvented existence. The barrage of twists and turns where I sometimes get weary trying to keep up with it, minute by minute adapt: the world of the stoplight, the no-smoking signs, the rental world, the split-rail fencing shielding hundreds of miles of barren wilderness from the human step. A place where by virtue of ha ing been born centuries late one is denied access to earth of space, choice or movement. The brought up world; the owned world. The world of coded sounds: the world of language, the world of lies. The packaged world; the world of speed in metallic motion. The Other World where I've always felt like an alien.”
― David Wojnarowicz, Close to the Knives: A Memoir of Disintegration

“I'm thankful it's into your hands I fell.”
― E.M. Forster, Maurice

“Perhaps among those who took to the greenwood in old time there had been two men like himself – two. At times he entertained the dream. Two men can defy the world.”
― E.M. Forster, Maurice

“Madness is not for everyone, but Maurice's proved the thunderbolt that dispels the clouds.”
― E.M. Forster, Maurice

“Though none of his difficulties had been solved, none were added, which is something. The hush continued. He was less troubled by carnal thoughts. He stood still in the darkness instead of groping about in it, as if this was the end for which body and soul had been so painfully prepared.”
― E.M. Forster, Maurice

“He was not attracted to the man in the sense that he wanted him for a friend, but he did feel he might help him – how, he didn’t formulate. It was all very obscure, for the mountains still overshadowed Maurice. Risley, surely capering on the summit, might stretch him a helping hand.”
― E.M. Forster, Maurice

“He had promised to let Julian speak without arguing; the promise was the only thing that kept him steady. There was no revering him anymore. Only love remained, and it was a fragile thing that Paul had been desperate not to see. He couldn't stand to look at the truth, even now. All they were--all they had ever been was a pair of sunflowers who each believed the other was the sun.”
― Micah Nemerever, These Violent Delights

“She put in the work every day. Gently pouring cups of love into herself. She made sure that no one would dare enter her oasis without approval. An oasis that was unlike any other.”
― Emir Darlov

“Be careful though", I said, "You don't want to accidentally manifest a set of events that could cause disruptions in your life".”
― Emir Darlov, We're Not Just Neighbours: A play by Emir Darlov

“Be careful though, I said, you don't want to accidentally manifest a set of events that could cause disruptions in your life...”
― Emir Darlov

“You really weren't there, were you? It's unfortunate that I only noticed this now. That in actual reality, your existence was merely a hallucination. A figment of an imagination that was slowly eating itself alive. My imagination...”
― Emir Darlov, It's Just The Two Of Us Now: An Emir’s Oasis play by Emir Darlov

“I pitied her, because she was all alone in a world full of people fixated on her, and that must be the loneliest place on Earth to be.”
― Emir Darlov, It's Just The Two Of Us Now: An Emir’s Oasis play by Emir Darlov

“Which begs the question, who are you when you aren't putting on a show for everyone?”
― Emir Darlov, It's Just The Two Of Us Now: An Emir’s Oasis play by Emir Darlov

“I needed you to think that you had me, and that you'd won me over. So that right when you think you've won, I pull back completely, and leave you wanting more.”
― Emir Darlov , It's Just The Two Of Us Now: An Emir’s Oasis play by Emir Darlov

“You give yourself to me in cut yet bloodless scraps when I can hold all of you even now,” the lover says. “I shall hold you effortlessly, my prince. Let me prove it to you.”
― S. Venugopal

“Eugene slowly lifted his gaze from his shoes. He would only die if someone tried to play the hero. It had been such a long summer, the sun so bleak and unforgiving, and at the end of such a wearying decade. He prayed there were no heroes left.”
― Arden Powell, The Bayou

“Not all silence is rejection. Some men leave because they don’t know how to stay.”
― K.S. McCrae, Epiphany

“This isn’t a novel. It’s a remembering.”
― K.S. McCrae, Epiphany