Thinking, not for the first time, that life should come with a trapdoor. Just a little exit hatch you could disappear through when you´d utterly and completely mortified yourself. Or when you had spontaneous zit eruptions. “Good book?” he asked, taking it from her and reading the subtitle, “A Guide for Good Girls Who (Sometimes) Want to Be Bad,” out loud. But life did not come with a trapdoor.

It's so nice to have sane friends. I imagine.

You can only run away from a house. Home is something you run toward.

that was the plan? part of it, you don't wan tot know the rest. i believe the word 'these dog colllars would make excellent restraints' were involved. it was a brilliant idea. and we only got really cute well-made collars. this is my favorite. we had the tag engraved to say BUBBA.

I think it shows that sometimes for one person to keep breathing, something else has to stop." (hardcover page 37)

that arctic blast you're feeling? it's the chill coming off my cold shoulder

Popularity can be a real headache.