Hannakins: I know you guys are living out your own private Romeo and Juliet love story, but remember: Both of them die in Act V. -A

I understood we used to be close. But they were like books i'd read two summer ago; I knew I'd liked them, but I couldn't tell you now what they'd been about.

You know what they say about hope. It breeds eternal misery!

Sometimes, I don't notice I'm singing.

Those who don't remember the past are doomed to repeat it.

Go now. Alone. Or I make good on my promise. -A

Last but not least, she put on a pair of black-framed reading glasses she’d found on Mr. Mercer’s bedside table. If it worked for Clark Kent, it’d work for her.