Put your hair up, Min. The secret ingredient is not your hair.

I opened my mouth and kissed you then, the first time all night, attacked you and surrendered completely, and let’s get out of here. I’m ready, I’m finished, let’s not break up, no, no. Take me home, my boyfriend, my love.

They say that when you’re really in love, the world becomes gossamer and gorgeous, but in my experience the world gets grimy, and the love object is in stark relief from the surroundings. This is love, a pretty thing on an ugly street.

It has been said that the hardest job in the world is raising a child, but the people who says this have probably never worked at a comb factory or captured pirates on the high seas.

Count Olaf certainly does sound evil. Imagine forcing children to stand near a stove!

I always think it's silly when people talk about works of culture taking risks. Because there's not any risk involved.

No matter who you are, no matter where you live, and no matter how many people are chasing you, what you don't read is often as important as what you do read.