Show me what a man hates and I'll show you what he is.

But when you flee someone, no matter how far you roam, that person will follow you as doggedly as the stars.

Because every one of us has our box, a dark chamber stowing the thing that lanced our heart. It contains what you do everything for, strive for, wound everything around you.

In college I studied '60s and '70s radicalism, student activism, forms of political violence, groups like the Weathermen, the Black Panthers, the Symbionese Liberation Army, the New Left.

Juliet and Romeo be damned, you can't be in love until you've flossed your teeth next to the person at least three hundred times.

Freak the ferocious out.

Sadly, American teenagers are to a weightless vacuum as seat cushions are to polyurethane foam -