Someday your prince will come," I assure him. "And the first thing I'm going to say to him is, 'What took you so long?

... I love books about freaks," because I am one. You might be, too. Let's be freaks together?

It doesn't have to be on Valentine's Day. It doesn't have to be by the time you turn eighteen or thirty-three or fifty-nine. It doesn't have to conform to whatever is usual. It doesn't have to be kismet at once, or rhapsody by the third date. It just has to be. In time. In place. In spirit. It just has to be.

everyone in our school has afterschool activities. mine is going home.

Love and I once had a great relationship, but I fear we've broken up. It cheated on me, wrecked my heart, and then went on to date other people. A lot of other people. And I can't stand to watch it, since love's going to cheat on them too.

The word I think of is precarious. I am struck by how precarious it all is. How the things that hold us are only as strong as the faith we have in them.

I'm not a very happy person," I told him."But sometimes I can trick myself into thinking I am.