I've always felt I've related to women deeply because of being gay and feeling like there was always somebody trying to oppress me, to keep me down, to put me in my place.
Catalog
Ryan Murphy
The world is a filthy place. It's a filthy goddamn horror show. There's just so much pain, y'know?
You might think that all of the boys in school would want to tap this, but my MySpace schedule keeps me way too busy to date.
I am not homophobic. In fact, I have two gay dads. See, I was born out of love. My two dads screened potential surrogates based on beauty and IQ. Then they mixed their sperm together and used a turkey baster. To this day we don't know which one is my real dad, which I think is pretty amazing.
Sue Sylvester: High school is a caste system. Kids fall into certain slots. Your jocks and your popular kids up in the penthouse. The invisibles and the kids playing live-action out in the forest: bottom floor. Will Schuester: And...where do the Glee kids lie? Sue Sylvester: Sub-basement.
Puck: What the hell, dude? I can't believe you're helping out this loser! Finn Hudson: Don't you get it, man? We're all losers! Everyone in this school! Hell, everyone in this town! Out of all the kids who graduate, maybe half will go to college, and two will leave the state to do it! I'm not afraid…
I won my first dance competition when I was three months old.
Finn Hudson: Look, I owe you guys an apology. I never should have quit. I don't want to be the guy that just drives around throwing eggs at people! Rachel Berry: That was you? Kurt Hummel: You and your friends threw pee balloons at me. Finn Hudson: I know. Kurt Hummel: You nailed all my lawn…
Nowadays being anonymous is worse than being poor. Fame is the most important thing in our culture now. And if there is one thing I’ve learned it is that no one is just going to hand it to you.
Larry Harvey: I'm trying very hard not to judge you. Dr. Ben Harmon: Me? You murdered your entire family. Larry Harvey: Yes. But I was never unfaithful.
Is there anything more wonderful than the promise of a new child...or more heartbreaking when that promise is broken?
Madame Delphine LaLaurie: It's my home. Papa Legba: No, it's mine,... welcome to hell
Cordelia: Careful, girls, it's not a game. Madison: It's the best game and we need a goddamn break.
Misty: You bitch, you thought that I'm some dumb swamp rat you could leave behind to die? Madison: Ummm, yes.
I'll tell you who the monsters are! The people outside this tent! In your town, in all these little towns. Housewives pinched with bitterness, stupefied with boredom as they doze off in front of their laundry detergent commercials, and dream of strange, erotic pleasures. They have no souls. My…
Dear Diary, my soul plumbs new depths of despair. I long for the quiet of the farm. The warmth of my bed, the smell of flowers outside my window. I'm surrounded by a cesspool of activity. No words can do justice to the depravity that permeates the grounds.