Yesterday is skin on snake, to be shed many times.

I love music because it's so fecking brilliant. Music is math, and math is the structure of everything and pretty much perfect.

I want you to go to the Ancient Languages Department at Trinity College tomorrow morning, Ms.Lane.

When Barrons looks at me like that, it rattles me. Lust, in those ancient, obsidian eyes, offers no trace of humanity. Doesn’t even bother trying. Savage Mac wants to invite it to come out and play. I think she’s nuts. Nuts, I tell you.

I couldn’t move. It’s something I’m still ashamed of. You always wonder how you’ll handle a moment of crisis; if you’ve got what it takes to fight or if you’ve just been deluding yourself all along that somewhere deep inside you there’s steel beneath the magnolia. Now I knew the truth. There wasn’t. I was all petals and pollen. Good for attracting the procreators who could ensure the survival of our species, but not a survivor myself. I was Barbie after all.

I have a black sense of humor. You try living my life, see what color yours turns.

Gazelles didn't lie down with lions, at least not unbloodied and alive.