That's the terrible part. I swear to God I'm a madman.
Do it for the fat lady!
It isn't very serious, I have this tiny little tumor on the brain.
The existence of God, the why of life, was all that really only a question of glands?
She wrote to him fairly regularly, from a paradise of triple exclamation points and inaccurate observations.
I mean most girls are so dumb and all. After you neck them for a while, you can really watch them losing their brains. You take a girl when she really gets passionate, she just hasn't any brains. -Holden Caulfield