Oppressive bastards, think they own the place. I told them that karma's going to kick their asses.
Too much sun after a Syracuse winter does strange things to your head, makes you feel strong, even if you aren't.
Each reader has to find her or his own message within a book.
I cry to let everything out
Eating was hard. Breathing was hard. Living was hardest.
The stuffing/puking/stuffing/puking/stuffing/puking didn't make her skinny, it made her cry.