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?

Don't let ignorance win. Let love.

And Annie showed me how ailanthus trees grow under subway and sewer gratings, stretching toward the sun, making shelter in the summer, she said, laughing, for the small dragons that live under the streets.

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?

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.

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

Don't punish yourselves for people's ignorant reactions to what we all are. Don't let ignorance win. Let love.