Maybe getting around in life was nothing but map-reading. A skill that required practice. A key to unlock where you wanted to go. A legend to show where you were.

Safe, I decided, didn't leave much room for fun.

Teachers wondered why I didn't speak up more in class. Why would I when I knew how precarious words could be, how betraying they were, how vulnerable they made you?

You don't need a geochache for this one." "You don't, huh?" "Nope.. here I am. Here I am.

Maybe we don't have the same definition of about what's beautiful. So define it. Define true beauty.

If Jacob was right and clothes were costumes and makeup a mask, then our attitudes and habits must be our shields.

Jolie laide = "pretty ugly" Draws you to it...bored into heart and mind.