In the end we're all miserable. It's a human condition.

It's just so sad what we're willing to do for the Joey Spinellis of the world, you know?
The mutilating, the tweezing, the enhancing, the plumping, the pinching, the waxing, the starving, the sweating, the bleaching. And for what? So you can wake up next to THAT in thirty years? What are we thinking??

Oh here's a nice one, he brown recluse spider. This once resides in wooded areas. In other words, next to my head while I'm sleeping. ' In a small number of cases, a bite from a brown recluse can produce organ damage with occasional fatalities.' "

"That's the worst-case scenario. how can it be? It's called a 'recluse'"

"It's been my experience that all recluses have a mean streak.

Mom, camping is not a date; it's an endurance test. If you can survive camping with someone, you should marry them on the way home.

With Dante gone, time seemed to stand still around me; the mornings just as cloudy and dark as the evenings, as if the sun had never decided to rise. There was no wind, like the world was holding its breath along with me, waiting for him to return.

It's funny how strong someone's spirt is yet, how breakable their heart is