You shоuld eat а waffle! Yоu саn't bе sad іf уоu eat а waffle!

Also, as an author, character has always been what I'm most interested in - much more so than plot or setting, although those are good things too.

She holds herself with such reserve. She smiles, but the smile doesn't reach her eyes, even in the company of the girls she's chosen to eat with. Why? I have no clue, and I really don't want to spend my time worrying about it. But my brain pushes at the question anyway. Why are people aloof? Because they don't want to let others in. Why don't they want to let others in? Well, sometimes because they're shy, and sometimes because they're convinced of their own superiority. But those aren't the only reasons. Sometimes it's because thay have something to hide.

Even so, I was proud of myself for taking action at all. I didn't hide or run away or pretend the ugliness didn't happen. I stood up and said something that was true. I said it out loud, and by doing so, I was standing up for lots of people, not just me.

If everyone started off the day singing, just think how happy they'd be.

I didn't like being alone. Being alone was slightly better than having to deal with people, that's all. Or so I'd convinced myself.

Yes, that man acted ugly," she told us in plain English. "But throwing more ugliness back at him ain't the answer.