Just like the old adage--what you dislike most in other people is what you dislike the most in yourself--

I'm not hopeless, that's the problem. I'm too hopeful, if anything ... I'm so thick-headed it's taken me this long to give up on men, but I can't give up completely, you know? So I ... I channel all my hope into an idea, to someone who can't reject me because he isn't real!

Figure out what is real for you. No use leaning on someone else's story all your life.

You're from where?" "Lay'en. It's near Salt Lake City." "Spell that for me." "Um, that would be S-A-L-T-" "No, the other one. The city you're from." "Oh. L-A-Y-T-O-N." "Ah-Lay-ton." That's what I said." "No you didn't. You just said, 'Lay'en.'" "So I did. But just go ahead and pronounce 'aluminum' for me, Mr. British Man. How are you going to defend that piece of insanity? Why don't you spell it and count syllables and see if your al-um-in-ium makes sense whatsoever?" He bowed his head. "Touch...

Yes, we'll yell, 'Help, help us, goose girl, and bring the terrifying legion of warrior geese'.

Razo knew he was best at nothing, except maybe cramming two cherries into a single nostril.

Ah, now, don't cry over lost years and forgetfulness. The tales tell what they can. The rest is for us to learn.