Rejection Is A Cancer, Edie. It Eats

If You Don't Stop Apologizing, You're Going To Convince Me You've Done Something Wrong.

You Must Learn To Know The Difference Between Tales And The Truth, My Liza, She Would Say. Fairy Tales Have A Habit Of Ending Too Soon. They Never Show What Happens Afterwards When The Prince And Princess Ride Off The Page.

I Want To Be Independent. To Meet Interesting People. ... I Just Mean New People With Clever Things To Say. Things I've Never Heard Before. I Want To Be Free. Open To Whatever Adventure Comes Along And Sweeps Me Off My Feet.

In Each Man's Heart There Lies A Hole. A Dark Abyss Of Need, The Filling Of Which Takes Precedence Over All Else.

Round And Round The Questions Flew, Until Finally I Found Myself Standing At The Open Door Of A Bookshop. It’s Natural In Times Of Great Perplexity, I Think, To Seek Out The Familiar, And The High Shelves And Long Rows Of Neatly Lined-up Spines Were Immensely Reassuring. Amid The Smell Of Ink And Binding, The Dusty Motes In Beams Of Strained Sunlight, The Embrace Of Warm, Tranquil Air, I Felt That I Could Breathe More Easily.