The Higher My Gpa Gets The More

He Always Loved Her Because Of, Not In Sprite Of, Her Flaws.

When You Say Too Much About Anything Important, It Always Ends Up Sounding More Trivial Than It Is. Words Trash It.

As Much As I Don't Care About Those Things, I Think It's Human Nature To Not Want To Feel Totally Insignificant.

This Is My New Hobby. I Watch My Life Depart Minute By Minute. I Anticipate The End Of Everything And Anything -- A Conversation, A Class, Track Practice, Darkness -- Only To Be Left With More Clock-watching To Take Its Place. I'm Continually Waiting For Something Better That Never Comes. Maybe It Would Help If I Knew What I Wanted.

I Do So Much Revising As I Go Along; I Wonder How I Could Write Books If I Hadn't Grown Up In The Computer Age. I Think I'd Be A Very Different Writer. I Find Myself Cutting And Pasting, Changing Things Around And Deleting Whole Paragraphs Constantly.