Mothers Are All Slightly Insane.

Her Joke Of A Name Aside, Her General Unprettiness Aside, She Was, In Terms Of Permanently Memorable, Immoderately Perceptive, Small-area Faces, A Stunning And Final Girl.

He Said I Was Unequipped To Meet Life Because I Had No Sense Of Humor.

We Don't Talk, We Hold Forth. We Don't Converse, We Expound.

You Don't Have To Think Too Hard When You Talk To Teachers.

I Mean They Don't Seem Able To Love Us Just The Way We Are. They Don't Seem Able To Love Us Unless They Can Keep Changing Us A Little Bit. They Love Their Reasons For Loving Us Almost As Much As They Love Us, And Most Of The Time More.