West Hollywood blew my mind: gay men walking down the street, kissing and holding hands. I'd never imagined there was a place like that.

When I see gay people holding hands or kissing in the streets, I just don't think that's right.

Nothing, I learned, brings you into the present quite like holding hands. The past seemed irrelevant; the future, unnecessary.

Later, holding Milo’s hand in the dark, Jacob felt that it was only in recovering it that he learned what he had been in danger of losing. The touch of Milo’s hand seemed to remind him of parts of himself that he had already begun to forget about.

I didn't do the marching down the streets, jumping in front of the lines and holding hands... that wasn't me.

The hands on a clock move without regard to the hands you hold.