I Wanted So Terribly To Be Good

Still, Looking Through The Old Volumes Was Soothing, Because Thinking Of The Past Made The Present Seem A Little Less Real.

I Only Want To Write. And There's No College For That Except Life.

And No Bathroom On Earth Will Make Up For Marrying A Bearded Man You Hate.

People's Clothes Ought To Be Buried With Them.

Walking Down Belmotte Was The Oddest Sensation-- Every Step Took Us Deeper Into The Mist Until At Last It Closed Over Our Heads. It Was Like Being Drowned In The Ghost Of Water.