Pain Is Only What You Allow It

So You Interrupted My Date To Make Fun Of Me For Still Living With My Parents. Couldn't You Have Done That On A Night I Didn't Have A Date? That's Most Nights, In Case You're Curious.

Whoever Loves You Now—and You Must Also Love Yourself—will Love The Truth Of You.

I Was The Quiet Kid In The Corner, Reading A Book. In Elementary School, I Read So Much And So Often During Class That I Was Actually Forbidden From Reading Books During School Hours By My Teachers.

What’s That Poem Again?” Will, Who Had Been Twirling His Empty Teacup Around His Fingers, Stood Up Straight And Declaimed: “each Spake Words Of High Disdain, And Insult To His Heart’s Best Brother—” “oh, By The Angel, Will, Do Be Quiet,” Said Charlotte, Standing Up. “i Must Go And Write A Letter To Aloysius Starkweather That Drips Remorse And Pleading. I Don’t Need You Distracting Me.” And, Gathering Up Her Skirts, She Hurried From The Room. “no Appreciation For The Arts,” Will Murmured, Setting His Teacup Down.

When Somebody Tells You There's Something Wrong With Your Book They're Almost Always Right, When They Tell You How To Fix It They're Almost Always Wrong.