People Are Like That, Judging You Before

This Must Be Part Of Mother Nature's Master Plan—making These Boys So Irresistibly Cute, In Such A Naughty Way, That The Purity Of Their Intentions Becomes Irrelevant.

People Come To New York To Be Different, But I Go To Starbucks To Be The Same.

Why Do You Lie" I Ask Her. "to Block The Truth." Fair Enough. Naomi Goes On. "where Did We Get It In Our Heads That We Need Truth All The Time? Sometimes Lies Are Nice, You Know? You Don't Have To Know The Truth All The Time. It's Too Exhausting.

From A Distance, A Clone's Luminous Eyes Are Meant To Draw In Humans And Make Them Feel Safe. Up Close, The Eyes Appear Hollow. Because Of That, Humans Tend Not To Look Into Our Eyes Too Closely, Which I've Been Told Is Socially Preferable, As Eyes Without Souls Behind Them Can Be Frightening.

It's The Great Male Fantasy-all It Takes Is One Dance To Know That She's The One. All It Takes Is The Sound Of Her Song From The Tower, Or A Look At Her Sleeping Face. And Right Away You Know-this Is The Girl In Your Head, Sleeping Or Dancing Or Singing In Front Of You. Yes, Girls Want Princes, But Boys Want Their Princesses Just As Much.