...Next time you're faced with a choice, do the right thing. It hurts everyone less in the long run.

(Actually now I’m remembering that the goodbye chow isn’t spelled that way. It’s ciao or something weird like that. It’s Italian, right? But I’m not an Italian gypsy, I’m a hungry gypsy. So spelling it chow makes total sense.)

I miss school. What’s wrong with me?

Turn down a chance to feel magic for fear of a little dirt?

There's nothing like a headstrong woman to make you happy to be alive.

I write early in the morning at the computer, and people think Im crazy, but I still use my Mac-Classic even though we have a state-of-the-art PC. There are just less distractions with the simpler machine.

The room fell quiet. And as I read down the list of over one hundred and fifty eight-grade boys, I realized that to me, there had only ever been one boy.