Do you still Kill Gerbils?

But she's not, and I am left to wonder on my own: How does this work, the getting to know a new guy without revealing too much desperation for his undivided attention?

I deciced if I were ever to get into booze and women, my line would be, 'Excuse me, madam, but I would really love to bed and muss you. . . . Are you perchance free this evening?

How come princesses always have some huge flaw that can cause their downfall?

How would I ever know when that moment was right, when expectation met anticipation and formed...connection?

[S]he leans into this guy and rocks her head like I’m making this music for her, when if I could, I would take it all away and give her as much silence as she’s given me pain.

The only use she has for the word fun is to make the word funeral.