Mistake, mistake, mistake. A strange word: stinging, somehow.

“Amor deliria nervosa isn't a disease of love. It's a disease of selfishness.”

“I'm so tired after dinner I fall asleep with my clothes on, almost as soon as m…”

“I've never really thought about it before, but it's a miracle how many kinds of…”

“Like I've been sketched by an amateur artist: if you don't look too closely, it…”