Congratulations! You're a woman. Now die.
Late in the winter of my seventeenth year, my mother decided I was depressed, presumably because I rarely left the house, spent quite a lot of time in bed, read the same book over and over, ate infrequently, and devoted quite a bit of my abundant free time to thinking about death.
Breaking up isn't something that gets done to you; its something that happens with you.
The easiest way to solve a mystery is to decide that there is no mystery to solve.
I would always love Alaska Young, my crooked neighbor, with all my crooked heart.
See, popularity is complicated. You have to spend a lot of time thinking about liking; you have to really like being liked, and also sort like being disliked.