This is wonderful, wonderful! Be the bird. You are the bird. Sacrifice yourself to abandoned family values.

I like cheeseburgers too much to be a model.

If I ever form a clan, we'll be the anti-cheerleaders and walk under the bleacher forming mild acts of mayhem.

I wish I had cancer. I will burn in hell for that, but it's true.

I am the space between my thighs, daylight shining through.

You have to know what you stand for, not just what you stand against.

So, she tells me, the words dribbling out with the cranberry muffin crumbs, commas dunked in her coffee.