We have work to do if you are not to be a total failure like high-waisted, acid-wash jeans.

I am starting a collection of only right-hand gloves. It’s ever so bourgeois to have two.

One could argue that it's romantic to die for love. Of course, then you're dead and unable to take that honeymoon trip to the Alps with all the other fashionable young couples, which is a shame.

I must remember to forgive myself. Because there's an awful lot of gray to work with. No one can live in the light all the time."-A Great and Terrible Beauty

I'm just saying it's not all sand castles and ninjas.

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.

My cholera's acting up again.