Words Can Be Used As A Bomb

She Mailed Me A Merry Christmas-i'm-breaking-up-with-you Card. I'll Read It To You," He Said. He Cleared His Throat. "dear Marcus. Merry Christmas. I'm Breaking Up With You. Mia.

I Do So Much Revising As I Go Along; I Wonder How I Could Write Books If I Hadn't Grown Up In The Computer Age. I Think I'd Be A Very Different Writer. I Find Myself Cutting And Pasting, Changing Things Around And Deleting Whole Paragraphs Constantly.

Girls Will Get Together Just To Get Together. Guys Need An Activity As An Excuse. Otherwise It’s Too Homo For Them To Handle.

When You Say Too Much About Anything Important, It Always Ends Up Sounding More Trivial Than It Is. Words Trash It.

What Are Your Thoughts?' 'my Thoughts?' I Replied, Before I Even Realized What I Was Saying. 'my Thoughts Created My World.' Mac Sat Up In His Seat. He Scrunched His Curls With His Hands, Perplexed. 'who Said That?' I Told Him The Truth. 'oh, Just Someone I Used To Know,' I Said, Stroking The Naked Skin On My Middle Finger.