I'm the last of the mad ones.

I feel warm and reassured," I whispered. "He's like Santa.

We study there a lot because... what other choice does society give us, right? It's Starbucks or death, sometimes.

With that, I splashed some water on my face, fixed on a smile, and stepped out. I would find Jerome. I would make him explain to me what I was missing. We would laugh, then we would kiss with tongue, and all would be well.

Lies are a tremendous karmic setback. Keep it up and you'll come back in the next life as something without a spine. You're not fine. And you don't have to be fine.

It took a lot of women like that, a lot of women who said "I'm not going to do what you expect me to do, because you have no idea what I'm capable of. I'm going to get dirty and use tools and live the way I want" to move the world forward.

I sleep better knowing that a naked cork-eater is not sneaking around at night, stealing my underwear.