I remember when I was in high school I didn't have a new dress for each special occasion. The girls would bring the fact to my attention, not always too delicately. The boys, however, never bothered with the subject. They were my friends, not because of the size of my wardrobe but because they liked me.

How do I know about a man's needs for a sex symbol? I'm a girl.

A man has a tendency to accept you the way you are, while most women immediately start to pick flaws and want to change you.

When it comes down to it, I let them think what they want. If they care enough to bother with what I do, then I'm already better than them.

What's the good of drawing in the next breath if all you do is let it out and draw in another?

She was a girl who knew how to be happy even when she was sad. And that’s important—you know

I am alone; I am always alone no matter what.