You're so easy to read but the book is boring me.

Studies show: Intelligent girls are more depressed Because they know What the world is really like Don't think for a beat it makes it better When you sit her down and tell her Everything gonna be all right She knows in society she either is A devil or an angel with no in between She speaks in the third person So she can forget that she's me

There is no such thing as justice, all the best that we can hope for is revenge.

Why can I never go back to bed? Who's is the voice ringing in my head? Where is the sense in these desperate dreams? Why should I wake when I'm half past dead?

For this freedom I have given all I had For this darkness I gave my light For this wisdom I have lost my innocence Take my petals And cover me with the night

Shakespeare; the only man I'd ever love.

You," he said, "are a terribly real thing in a terribly false world, and that, I believe, is why you are in so much pain.