We shouldn't piss them off, explained Frankie, because who knows what they'll do now that they've united.

We shouldn't piss them off, explained Frankie, because who knows what they'll do now that they've united.

Maybe a friend is someone who wants your updates. Even if they're boring. Or sad. Or annoyingly cutesy. A friend says “Sign me up for your boring crap, yes indeed”-because he likes you anyways. He'll tolerate your junk.

She will not be simple and sweet. She will not be what people tell her she should be.

Singin' in the Rain was most excellent if you like movies where people burst into song and tap-dance. Which I do, though not as much as I like movies where people don't.

Someone once wrote that a novel should deliver a series of small astonishments. I get the same thing spending an hour with you.

My problem is I can think whatever I think—girl power, solidarity, Gloria Steinem rah rah rah — but I still feel the way I feel. Which is jealous. And pissy about little things.