What's the safest thing to be when one is met by a gang of social outcasts in an alley? ...No, another social outcast!
They shouldn't hate each other . . . I don't hate the Socs any more . . . they shouldn't hate . . .
Nothing sparkly can stay.
I lie to myself all the time. But I never believe me.
I'm a good judge of my own work.
I wish I was a kid again, when I had all the answers.