Conversation Was Irrelevant. Only Pie Mattered.

Maybe Everyone Else Thinks Your Aversion To Food Is Cute- But Not Me. I've Watched You Watch Jill. Here's Some Tough Love: You Will Never, Ever Have Her Body. Ever. It's Impossible. She's Moroi. You're Human. That's Biology. You Have A Great One, One That Most Humans Would Kill For- And You'd Look Even Better If You Put On A Little Weight. Five Pounds Would Be A Good Start. Hide The Ribs. Get A Bigger Bra Size

I Love Pity Parties. I Wish I'd Brought Hats.

What Happened When You Were Twelve?” “oh, Mom Offered To Take Us All Out For Dinner—us Girls, Dad Was Out Of Town—to Celebrate, But I Didn’t Want To. This Book I’d Been Waiting For Had Just Come Out, And The Only Thing I Wanted To Do Was Read It All Night.” “my God,” I Said, Touching The Top Of Her Nose. “you’re Adorable.

People Who Are Crazy Rarely Question Whether They're Crazy.

It Was Worth It. You Looked... Happy.