The normal heart

- All you ever eat is desserts.
- Sugar is the most important thing in my life. All the rest is just to stay alive.

-Felix, I am so sick of statistics, and numbers, and body counts, and how-manys, and Emma ; and everyday, Felix, there are only more numbers, and fights – I am so sick of fighting, and bragging about fighting, and everybody’s stupidity, and blindness, and intransigence, and guilt trips. You can’t eat the food? Don’t eat the food. Take your poison, I don’t care. You can’t get up off the floor – fine, stay there. I don’t care. Fish – fish is good for you; we don’t want any of that, do we? (Item by item, he throws the food on the floor.) No green salad. No broccoli; we don’t want any of that, no, sir. No bread with seven grains. Who would ever want any milk? You might get some calcium in your bones. (The carton of milk explodes when it hits the floor.) You want to die, Felix? Die!

- Felix, weakness terrifies me. It scares the shit out of me. My father was weak and I’m afraid I’ll be like him. His life didn’t stand for anything, and then it was over. So I fight. Constantly. And if I can do it, I can’t understand why everybody else can’t do it, too. Okay?

- Okay. (He pulls off one of his socks and shows NED a purple spot on his foot.) It keeps getting bigger and bigger, Neddie, and it doesn’t go away.

Men do not naturally not love. They learn not to.

To gay people everywhere, whom I love so.
The Normal Heart is our history.
It could not have been written had not so many of us so
needlessly died.
Learn from it and carry on the fight.
Let them know that we are a very special people,
an exceptional people.
And that our day will come.

...People don't like to be frightened. When they get scared they don't behave well. It's called denial.

There is always a plague. Of one kind or another. Mr Weeks, I don't think your friend is going to live for very long.