14 Quotes by Trebor Healey

The world is your oyster, they say, so fill it with pearls of semen.

How many of these children would one day be queer? How many would be felled by the acronym? How many by something else? How many would forget the circus? How many would never see it at all? How many would join?

I felt my heart crack slowly like a pomegranate, spilling its seeds.

If I were God, it’d be a whole different story, dropping fruit at will. Let them eat apples.

And into the great empty quarter of America I went. Like a bottle of malt liquor or a boy’s asshole, America is. Sing that, Walt Whitman. My country ‘tis of thee … Oh, bountiful.