I Think Basically Most Men Are Misogynistic.

What Do You Do?' She Asks, Holding Out The Vest. 'what Do You Do?' 'what Do You Do?' She Asks, Her Voice Shaking. 'don't Ask Me, Please. Okay, Clay?' 'why Not?' She Sits On The Mattress After I Get Up. Muriel Screams. 'because... I Don't Know,' She Sighs. I Look At Her And Don't Feel Anything And Walk Out With My Vest.

I Kept Staring Into The Blackness Of The Woods, Drawn Into The Darkness As I Always Had Been. I Suddenly Realized How Alone I Was. (but This Is How You Travel, The Wind Whispered Back, This Is How You've Always Lived.)

Look How Black The Sky Is, The Writer Said. I Made It That Way.

Are You As Much Of A Criminal If You Don't Act When There's A Crime Taking Place In Front Of You As You Are One Of The Participants? That Was Something That I Was Thinking About A Lot Because There Are Many Moments In 'less Than Zero' Where Horrific Things Happen And Clay Could Do Something About Them, But His Passivity Stops Him.

I'm On The Verge Of Tears By The Time We Arrive At Pastels Since I'm Positive We Won't Get Seated But The Table Is Good, And Relief That Is Almost Tidal In Scope Washes Over Me In An Awesome Wave.