I Don't Guess. I Think.

The Tears That Kept Buttercup Company The Remainder Of The Day Were Not At All Like Those That Had Blinded Her Into The Tree Trunk. Those Were Noisy And Hot; They Pulsed. These Were Silent And Steady And All They Did Was Remind Her That She Wasn’t Good Enough. She Was Seventeen, And Every Male She’d Ever Known Had Crumbled At Her Feet And It Meant Nothing. The One Time It Really Mattered, She Wasn’t Good Enough.

This Is My Favorite Book In All The World, Though I Have Never Read It.

Cynics Are Simply Thwarted Romantics.

He Held Up A Book Then. “i'm Going To Read It To You For Relax.” “does It Have Any Sports In It?” “fencing. Fighting. Torture. Poison. True Love. Hate. Revenge. Giants. Hunters. Bad Men. Good Men. Beautifulest Ladies. Snakes. Spiders... Pain. Death. Brave Men. Cowardly Men. Strongest Men. Chases. Escapes. Lies. Truths. Passion. Miracles.” “sounds Okay,” I Said And I Kind Of Closed My Eyes.

Duhhhhhhh, Tanks, Buttercup.