Spicy food and I have a close relationship—an obsessive one, in fact. If it’s spicy, I want it. I want to sweat and shake and go half blind from the searing pain . . . which, now that I put it that way, seems really suggestive. But spicy stuff is addictive. That’s a known fact of science.

I ran like a thing that runs.

Stuart must have sensed my despair from the way I began lightly banging my forehead on the table.

We all know what we're doing. Whether we realize it or not.

She had always thought applying to college would be exciting. Living away from home, meeting so many new people, Learning new things, making a few poor life desicisons.

Why Paris? Paris needs no reason. Paris is its own reason.

I have no phobias. Phobias are irrational. My fears are rational and CAREFULLY CULTIVATED, like roses.