•"Geez you competing with space for my attention?“
•"Maybe laughing on the roof was a bad idea.”
•Danny waved his arms from where he lay on the ground. “Help, I have fallen and I cannot get up.”
•"Hi! I’m Danny. Try to calm down! You’re safe. Mostly. Can you tell me your name?“
•"They’re my harem.” Danny said, trying to muster the most serious face he could.
•"What hath I wrought.“ He bemoaned sarcastically
•Danny lay down and tried to lie his way out of it, "N-NO YOURE DELIRIOUS. HaLLUCINATION JUICE. ALL A DREAM.”
•Danny slowly reached through the floor for his phone.
•"Cute how you’d think space would give a heck.“
•"I– you were doing the thing. I don’t have a word for it but you were doing it? So um don’t do it. Please?”
•"Jazz says that we may not always receive answers we like but the truth can carry us far.“ Danny took another bite. "Or something like that.”
•And I probably maybe won’t come back ever again so uh bye.“
•Danny smirked as he ducked into an alley. "Caffeinated sugary cereal will be mine!”
•Danny shook the thermos violently on his way to the Phantom Portal. “I swear I better not be internally bleeding you little donut holes!”
•Danny draped himself over his roommate, “feed the boo-ghost.”
•"You know, my friends think I make these stories up…" He commented drily as he observed the swirling vortex of mirror shards and ash.
•Are you tired? Here, I’ll carry you the rest of the way.” He paused. “…is what I hope you’d say to me because I literally just half-died today.”
Imagine living in a city where there are no monuments, no buildings from before 1970, no proof that you had grandparents or parents, no history at all. Wouldn’t that make you feel like you were just a passing fad, that you could be blown away like leaves?… for any community to feel substantial and able to change without losing themselves, a history is absolutely crucial.
Emma Donoghue, talking about LGBT history and LGBT historical fiction