If you really like someone, it doesn't matter what their mouth feels or tastes like. The kiss is still awesome.

Let me get this straight," I say. "You're practically ordering me to die. What kind of guidance counselor are you?

If you really like someone, it doesn't matter what their mouth feels or tastes like. The kiss is still awesome.

When you're dead, everything in the world is like a song that makes you cry.

Not that anyone minds--no one's paying attention to the music. Most of them never really listen to music. Practically no one actually does. Even at concerts people pay good money for, instead of a three-dollar cover charge, they talk through the whole thing. I feel sorry for them, since none of them understand what it's like to have a song just get into your soul and become your whole world. They don't know what it's like when a song changes your life.

The Civil Rights Act of 1964 was the most sweeping civil rights legislation of its day, and included women's rights as part of its reforms. Ironically, the section on women's rights was added by a senator from Virginia who opposed the whole thing and was said to be sure that if he stuck something about womens' rights into it, it would never pass. The bill passed anyway, though, much to the chagrin of a certain wiener from Virginia.

Some of them are wearing skirts that I'm pretty sure are supposed to be belts.