Theta blew out another plume of cigarette smoke. “Not interested. Love’s messy, kiddo. Let those other girls get moony-eyed and goofy. Me? I got plans.

I know because I read...Your mind is not a cage. It's a garden. And it requires cultivating.

I don't think you should die until you're ready. Until you've wrung out every last bit of living you can.

They see her differently now, as somebody. And isn't that what everyone wants? To be seen?

I run after her, not really giving chase. I’m running because I can, because I must. Because I want to see how far I can go before I have to stop.

I wouldn’t expect you to get it, Daisy. You don’t look at anything besides Photoplay—and even then somebody’s gotta explain the pictures to you.” Daisy’s mouth hung open in outrage. “Well, I never!” “Yeah, that’s what you tell all your fellas, but the rest of us aren’t buying it. Go away, now, Daisy. Shoo, little fly!

Sitting in my favorite coffeehouse with a new notebook and a hot cup of java is my idea of Heaven.