But I could always tell in her eyes if she got really pissed at me, and her eyes were still pretty smiley

I found myself thinking about President William McKinley, the third American president to be assassinated. He lived for several days after he was shot, and towards the end, his wife started crying and screaming, "I want to go too! I want to go too!" And with his last measure of strength, McKinley turned to her and spoke his last words: "We are all going.

I hate the rich snots here with a fervent passion I usually reserve only for dental work and my father.

No woman should ever lie about another woman. You've violated the sacred covenant between women! How will stabbing one another in the back help women to rise above patriarchal oppression?

This is it. I can't even not smoke anymore

I'm a grenade and at some point I'm going to blow up and I would like to minimize the casualties, okay?

That's why people grow weary of listening to Dumpees obsess over their troubles: getting dumped is predictable, repetitive, and boring. They want to stay friends; they feel smothered; it's always them and it's never you; and afterward, you're devastated and their relieved; it's over for them and just starting for you.