Duhhhhhhh, tanks, Buttercup.

You have a dizzying intellect.

You can never trust what you read.

I write out of revenge.

The infant is ten and he stays.

There is no room in my body for anything but you.

And that's when she put her book down. And looked at me. And said it: "Life isn't fair, Bill. we tell our children that it is, but it's a terrible thing to do. It's not only a lie, it's a cruel lie. Life is not fair, and it never has been, and it's never going to be.