June Has Never Looked More Beautiful Than

I'm Telling You That You Got Your Facts Wrong. I Didn't Kill Your Brother. But You Killed My Mother. You Might As Well Have Held The Gun To Her Head!

I Have To Force A Smile Off My Face As I Sit Limply In My Seat... Then, Just As I'm Congratulating Myself For Such A Stellar Plan.

I Always Knew, On Some Level, That I Wouldn't Live Long. It's Simply Not Written In My Stars.

Forever And Ever, Kid, Until You're Sick And Tired Of Seeing Me.

I Started Writing Seriously When I Was A Teenager, Around 14 Years Old.