This whole scenario is sick, depraved, but also grossly fascinating. I’ve become a Peeping Tom. And. It’s. Turning. Me. On.

I don’t think I’d feel any more violated if he’d stripped me bare. I might as well have lain down before him openly exposing all my flaws and my fears, inviting him to psychoanalyze me.

I was wrong last night. Kyler isn’t just trouble. He’s an apocalypse-level disaster waiting to happen. I need to find some fallout shelter to hide in. And quick.

He knows I’ve seen something in him. Something I recognize, only because it exists in me too.

A rose struggling in a desert is still braver than a flower flourishing in a rain forest.

I don't dream. Come to think of it, i haven't had any dreams in a long time.

Fools say that they learn by experience. I prefer to profit by others experience.

Faster than the devil *times* Sharper than wind! That's the ultimate law of the hero!!

A precondition for reading good books is not reading bad ones: for life is short.

The ribbons! The wrappings! The tags! And the tinsel! The trimmings! The trappings!

The truth is true wherever you find it. Remember, sugar is sweet whether you find it in a sugar bowl or a dust pan.

Sign language is the noblest gift God has given to deaf people.

I identify with my culture, but I am happy to be living on a tolerant, intellectual island where I can deal with Dostoyevsky and Sartre, both great influences for me.

I always feel like I am on the dark side of the tracks. I feel I'm no good. I can't read.