If A Bullet Should Enter My Brain,

We Don't Want Sympathetic Liberals, We Want Gays To Represent Gays... I Represent The Gay Street People-the 14-year-old Runaway From San Antonio. We Have To Make Up For Hundreds Of Years Of Persecution. We Have To Give Hope To That Poor Runaway Kid From San Antonio. They Go To The Bars Because Churches Are Hostile. They Need Hope! They Need A Piece Of The Pie!

I Know That You Cannot Live On Hope Alone, But Without It, Life Is Not Worth Living. And You...and You...and You...gotta Give Em Hope.

Hope Is Never Silent.

To Sit On The Front Steps — Whether It's A Veranda In A Small Town Or A Concrete Stoop In A Big City — And To Talk To Our Neighborhoods Is Infinitely More Important Than To Huddle On The Living-room Lounger And Watch A Make-believe World In Not-quite Living Color.

Every Gay Person Must Come Out.... Once They Realize We Are Indeed Their Children, We Are Indeed Everywhere, Every Myth, Every Lie, Every Innuendo Will Be Destroyed Once And For All.