I love consumerism, TV culture, shopping malls. There's nothing I'd ever buy, but I like being there. It's wacky.
Have I ever told you how much I love you, Ever? Have I? Ever, Ever?
Are you staring at me because you've seen my doppelganger roaming the halls, playing kind of the cafeteria? Or because you need to borrow a pencil and you're too shy to ask?
It's over. Absolutely, completely, eternally over
But why didn't you just ask me?" I set down my fork and glare at her. "Because you were sleeping," She says, taking a sip if Chardonnay. "I was taking a nap, Mom. It wasn't intended to be some kind of Disney fairy-tale hundred-year snooze.
What a tangle love is.
You and I are meant to be. It's the only thing I'm absolutely sure of. And while I have no idea what to expect, I promise I'll do whatever it takes to find my way back.
Science isn't just for scientists - it's not just a training for careers.
In Romanticism, the main determinant is the mood, the atmosphere. And in that regard, you could also describe Schubert as a Romantic.
The ego-shell in which we live is the hardest thing to outgrow.
Most friendship is faining, most loving mere folly: Then, heigh-ho, the holly. This life is most jolly.