Luumupuu kukkii, satakieli laulaa, tuuli tuo tuomen tuoksua.
Sinäpä sen sanoit, Eeva-Liisa: ei tämä minuakaan koskaan lakkaa hämmästyttämästä.
One could find considerable excitement by not escaping to science fiction or futuristic fantasies; it wasn't necessary to read a Western or a romance novel in order to transport oneself. In reading, as in writing, all one needed--that is, in order to have an utterly absorbing journey--was a believable but formidable relationship. (s. 44)
I wasn't afraid of dying; I was afraid of feeling guilty, forever, because I wasn't dying. I couldn't accept that I would or might escape the AIDS virus for as accidental a reason as being told to wear a condom by a doctor who disliked me, or that the random luck of my being a top would or might save me. I was not ashamed of my sex life; I was ashamed of myself for not wanting to be there for the people who were dying. (s.401)