I Don't Know Why I'm

I've Given Him More Mixed Signals Than A Dyslexic Morse Code Operator.

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

It's Over When You Decide It's Over," Norah Says. "when You Call It A Night. The Rest Is Just A Matter Of Where The Sun Is In The Sky. That Has Nothing To Do With Us.

She Told Me If I Clean All The Ashes Out Of The Grate, Then I’ll Be Able To Help My Sisters Get Ready For The Bal.” “it’s Christmas, Dashiel. Can’t You Give That Atitude A Rest?” “merry Christmas, Dad. And Thanks For The Presents.” “what Presents?” “i’m Sorry—those Were All From Mom, Weren’t They?

Books. I'd Probably Spend All My Time Alone And Lost In Books If I Could. It's Easier That Way.