...forgiving is not the same as forgetting.

When I meet other parents and they're more 'mumsy' than I am - you know, I don't want to be 'mumsy,' but I'm like, 'Were you always like that or... what happened?

oh my god, she couldn't help thinking. I have hairy legs and I'm going to die alone.

No matter the truth, people see what they want to see.

But she'd wanted him there and there he was. A lamb ready for slaughter.

the only way to tolerate the thought of her mother sleeping with that man was to get drunk-very drunk.

And who am I? That's one secret I'll never tell...You know you love me. XOXO, Gossip Girl