Is love supposed to last throughout all time, or is it like trains changing at random stops. If I loved her, how could I leave her? If I felt that way then, how come I don't feel anything now?
I kept talking. "Listen -- this is some kind of misunderstanding.
Only dull people are brilliant at breakfast.
The first precept was never to accept a thing as true until I knew it as such without a single doubt.
College isn't the place to go for ideas.
She got her looks from her father. He's a plastic surgeon.
Somebody has to do something, and it's just incredibly pathetic that it has to be us.