I'm an oddity of one, my strangeness too complicated to explain or share.

What do you feel? I’ve never been asked this question once. None of us has. We aren’t supposed to feel. We’re British.

There is no greater power on this earth than story.

I wish to live for myself. I should never want to be trapped.

Judge not, lest ye be judged.

Yes, go on. Leave. You're always coming and going. The rest of us are stuck here. Do you think he'd still love you if he knew who you are? He doesn't really care—only when it suits him.

I've had so many bikini waxes, I cry every time I see a Popsicle stick.