Shukyou Quotes

...A certain amount of clutter is expected. Hell, you find it everywhere. Cyphers on cereal boxes, fractals in sidewalk cracks, dead cats who don't understand why you're not paying attention to them-- Why are you looking at me like that?

Rick said something, then tapped Isaac on the shoulder and said it again, so Isaac took Rick's penis out of his mouth and looked straight at him, paying attention this time. "If you keep doing that, things are going to get messy," said Rick in a heavy, breathy whisper.

"I know," said Isaac, and he went back to his explorations. Messy was the point. Honestly, it was as though Rick thought Isaac hadn't done any research at all.

It felt good to be with someone like this, where sex could be meaningful and stupid all at once.

Even if, as some have argued, we are no more than the sum of our parts, we can still take comfort in how those parts form a brilliant mess of possibilities and contradictions.

I was raised to believe you should never be mean to someone who's given you head.

Because we are going to love this baby just the way she pops out, and if she's heterosexual, we're just going to tell her, honey, that's just the way you are and you can't help it.

Doesn't make much sense, does it? I mean, no one's actually blowing anything.

Now, I'm not stupid, but when you see that your ticket to college is either football or your brains, and football is so much more fun, you tell me which one you'd pay attention to.
(Jameson)

Sometimes we are pulled along by our genetic legacies, and sometimes we pull them along behind us, despite all odds, into the lives we choose to make for ourselves.

Rick had told Isaac once that he didn't want to kiss girls, and Isaac had said that he didn't want to kiss girls either, and Rick had laughed and said it wasn't the same because Isaac didn't want to kiss girls or boys. That had been true right up until Isaac had figured that he could kiss Rick sometimes when they were alone, at which point he'd amended his earlier statement to reflect how he wanted to kiss boys a lot, but only if those boys were Rick, and Rick had laughed and kissed him some more.

Isaak's okay-list:
1)when other people do things that don't make sense;
2)when I want to do things that don't make sense to me;
3)making mistakes;
4)when food touches other food on a plate;
5)asking to be alone sometimes;
6)asking people to explain what they mean when I don't understand;
7)trying new things;

In the warm night air, everything seemed warm to Rishi, which led to the logical conclusion that BT would probably be warm too, which suggested the polite course of action of helping BT out of his clothes.

He smelled like aftershave and the subway, though the former not in a good way, and the latter not in a bad way.

Stereotypes don't happen all by themselves, you know.

Outside the train, the world went by, and somewhere above him in the sky, a plane flew away, and objects in motion would stay in motion, and objects at rest would stay at rest. Isaac Newton -- the real one, the one Isaac had been named after -- had figured out that law, and a law wasn't a theory, it was a law. The air Rick had breathed out was still in Isaac's apartment, and the sheets still smelled like him, and there were little parts of him everywhere, and someday he'd come home, and against the great scale of universal time, a few months wasn't long at all. Before Isaac even knew it, they'd be together. The train would rock its way down the tracks and Rick's airplane would fly west and the planet would rotate and the solar system would turn and the galaxy would spin and the universe would keep on expanding, and with enough time, everything in it would again be made right.

It turned out to be easy to know where he was, even if he didn't know where he was going.

Isaac paused and took a small breath.
"I like you better than Saturn."

"Wow," said Rick, "that's ... a pretty big deal.