Gossip is the foul smell from the Devil's backside.

I'm learning how to taste everything.

Rumors are spread by jealous people

It was like looking at a knot, knowing it was a knot, but not knowing how to untie it. I had no map for this life.

To keep up appearances, I stomp my room and slam the door.

Life is for the living. Don't let the fear of striking out let you from keep you from playing the game.

Here stands a girl clutching a knife. There is grease on the stove, blood in the air, and angry words piled in the corners. We are trained not to see it, not to see any of it. . . . Someone just ripped off my eyelids.