But what really is immorality? And what does helping someone really mean? Helping them to be like everyone else, or helping them to be themselves?

The 1st day, I stood in the kitchen leaning against the counter watching Annie feed the cats, and I knew I wanted to do that forever.

Liza-don't let it make any difference. It won't, will it? With us, I mean." "Of course it won't," I told her. But I was wrong. Six months of not writing-that's a difference. And so I lied to Annie. On top of everything else, I lied to Annie, too.

But what really is immorality? And what does helping someone really mean? Helping them to be like everyone else, or helping them to be themselves?

Have you ever felt really close to someone? So close that you can't understand why you and the other person have two separate bodies, two separate skins?

The thing about mountains is that you have to keep on climbing them, and that it's always hard, but there's a view from top every time when you finally get there.

Ugh! Young girls, they should laugh. Life's bad enough when you're grown, you might as well laugh when you're young.