She's kind of a, well, you know, a B with an itch.

Trust me, you can't play the game if you don't know the rules. And if you don't know the rules, someone's bound to get hurt.

But why didn't you just ask me?" I set down my fork and glare at her. "Because you were sleeping," She says, taking a sip if Chardonnay. "I was taking a nap, Mom. It wasn't intended to be some kind of Disney fairy-tale hundred-year snooze.

The true liberation, the true path to freedom, lay in the ability to forgive.

You'll always be safe with me.

So you’ve made a friend. How sad for them.

The heart knows no logic, and rarely corresponds with the brain.