My Lungs Sucked At Being Lungs.

And Since She Drove To Work Every Morning, I Could Only Use The Car On Weekends. Well, Weekends And The Middle Of The Goddamned Night.

Margo Says, "i Know What She's Talking About. The Something Deeper And More Secret. It's Like Cracks Inside Of You. Like There Are These Fault Lines Where Things Don't Meet Up Right.

Standing In Line Is A Form Of Oppression

It's Nice To Have People Who Will Feel Guilty For You.

Truth Resists Simplicity.