I was a fairly shy person - not the hand raising type.

And I wanted to tell her that the pleasure for me wasn't planning or doing or leaving; the pleasure was in seeing our strings cross and separate and then come back together.

There is no Them. There are only facets of Us.

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

The phrase booze and mischief left me worrying I'd stumbled into what my mother referred to as "the wrong crowd," but for the wrong crowd, they both seemed awfully smart.

I don't even know how ugly and pretty get decided.

I think when you're 16, if you have good parents, they generally just fade in the background. I had great parents, and because they were great, I thought very little about them in high school.