Fang. I had to do some thinking about him. Me. I had some thinking to do about me too.

I fell into a deep sleep tucked in that little cocoon, a deeper sleep than I might of had in years. Right up until someone kicked me and said "Gotcha!

Is it important to be right or is it important to do what's right? That's one of the hardest lessons to learn.

Good memories are like charms...Each is special. You collect them, one by one, until one day you look back and discover they make a long, colorful bracelet.

This is my brain: O This is my brain after making out with Fang: * It's very sad.

I don't know why, but life is usually more complicated than the plans that we make.

My life would never contain a convenient, pain-saving plan when it could stretch a problem out into an endless agony of uncertainty and torture.