I think the only necessary conclusion is that we are too beautiful, because being not beautiful at all just doesn't make sense.

There is nothing special about falling in love. This is habit, this is routine, this is a learned natural ability.

I am pondering the paper cut on my knuckle. This is not an education. I am in daycare.

Chemistry makes me hate myself. I think there is something wrong in letting a child live fourteen or fifteen years believing that everything is so easy and that she'll never really have to try at anything 'cause she's so naturally talented.