Dogs Like Everyone. Cats Choose Who To

I Didn't Like Being Alone. Being Alone Was Slightly Better Than Having To Deal With People, That's All. Or So I'd Convinced Myself.

If You Breathed Deep And Set Your Mind To It, You Could Rise Above Your Anger.

I Did A Lot Of Research On A Couple Different Things. One Was, How Do People Handle Hating Themselves And Hating Others? And Hatred Is A Secondary Emotion, I Think; It Always Springs From Something Else ... Usually Fear, That's Probably What It Is. So I Looked A Lot At That.

You Know, This Technology That We Have, And The Internet And Twitter And Facebook - I Get So Many Of Those Emails That Talk About Hard Times That Kids Have Gone Through, How Books Have Helped Them, But Also Happy Times.

You Have To Be Nicer To Me," I Said. Again He Laughed. "what? I'm The King Of Nice. What Are You Talking About?" "you Have To Be Nicer To Me Or... Or..." "or What?" He Said. Still Lars, Still Charming And Jokey, But With A Thread Of Fear. It Snaked In And Pierced My Numbness And Almost Broke My Resolve. Almost, But Not Quite. "or I Have Ti Break Up With You." I Whispered What Was There More To Say? Nothing. So I Hung Up.