I’m Blushing At My Own Stupid, Nonsensical,

Oh, Please. If She's Going To Use Mr. Darcy To Prop Up Her Arguments, I Give Up.

She Doesn’t Really Have A Sense Of Humor. I Think She’d Like To Have One—it’s Just That She Doesn’t Quite Understand What Jokes Are For.

Rule Of Life. If You Bother To Ask Someone’s Advice, Then Bother To Listen To It.

Ciao," I Say Casually, And Flick My Hair Back. "si. Ciao." I Could So Be Italian. Except I Might Have To Learn A Few More Words.

I'm Allergic To Family Occasions. Sometimes I Think We'd Do Better As Dandelion Seeds-no Family, No History, Just Floating Off Into The World, Each On Our Own Piece Of Fluff.