I can bake. I made myself some nice French fries once. But otherwise I just eat out. Lots of salad bars.

There aren't many poster children for cool angst. Everybody thinks it's cool if you're the bad girl.

I caved in to what people wanted me to do. I thought that they weren't going to like me if I didn't.

Divas are not made, they are born.

Now I feel like whatever I do, no one can hurt me. I cannot be violated, I cannot be humiliated, I cannot be disregarded, I cannot be disrespected.

I resent limitations. I'm going to be this way for a while, and then the funny side of me is going to come out. Slowly, people are going to realize they're seeing a completely honest evolution of human life.

My heart went cold and only hollow rhythms resounded from within, but then he rose, brilliant as the moon in full and sank in the burrows of my keep, and all my armor, falling down, in a pile at my feet.