It's nice to see you again, Laura." "Thank you, Mrs. T-" "No, no, no. Please, my name is-" "Mud," I suggested. "Mud Barfbag Taylor. Call her Asshat for short." ~Laura, Antonia, Betsy

You have attained maturity; display it for us, if you please.

She couldn't tell where his pupils ended and the irises began; looking into those eyes was like looking into a well where children had drowned.

I'm rubber and you're glue," I told Satan, " and everything that bounces of me sticks to you.

Also,I loathe it when you refer to me as dude" Eric Sinclair to Betsy

It never failed—I'd buy a new journal, write like a madwoman for ten pages, then lose total interest in the process. Three months later, I'd start the whole process all over again. I think I just liked buying new notebooks.

Wow, girlfriend, you're incompatible with life! And here I thought I was just incompatible with pink.