How Is San Francisco, Alex? Lovely City.

Beware The Anger Of A Patient Man.

For Me, "zoo" Has Always Been A Fable. It Has Nothing To Do With Realism. It's A Fable About What Man Is Doing To The World, And The Animals Have Retribution. But In The Real World, This Would Not Happen. But In The World Of 1984, This Kind Of Thing Can Happen In A Story.

Some Poeple Just Don't Have What It Takes To Appreciate A Cookie.

Living Life Was Like Putting The Beach Into A Jar. The Point Wasn’t To Fit Everything In; It Was To Attend To The Most Important Things First—the Big, Beautiful Rocks—the Most Valuable People And Experiences—and Fit The Lesser Things In Around Them. Otherwise, The Best Things Might Get Left Out

Don’t Ever Leave Me Again,” I Said In A Tiny Voice. I Won’t,” He Promised Into My Hair, Sounding Most Un-fang-like. “i Won’t. Not Ever.” And Just Like That, A Cold Shard Of Ice That Had Been Inside My Chest Ever Since We’d Split Up-well, It Just Disappeared. I Felt Myself Relax For The First Time In I Don’t Known How Long. The Wind Was Chilly, But The Sun Was Bright, And My Whole Flock Was Together. Fang And I Were Together. Excuse Me? I’m Alive Too.” Iggy’s Plaintive Voice Made Me Pull Back.