You Have A Dizzying Intellect.

There Are Always Too Few Perfect Breasts In This World; Leave Yours Alone.

When I Was Your Age, Television Was Called Books.

No. Not Yet. A Craftsman Only. But I Dream To Be An Artist. I Pray That Someday, If I Work With Enough Care, If I Am Very Very Lucky, I Will Make A Weapon That Is A Work Of Art. Call Me An Artist Then, And I Will Answer.

Look. (grown-ups Skip This Paragraph) I'm Not About To Tell You This Book Has A Tragic Ending. I Already Said In The Very First Line How It Was My Favorite In All The World. But There's A Lot Of Bad Stuff Coming.

Life Is Pain, Highness. Anyone Who Tells You Differently Is Selling Something.