As Vida always said, there are times you have to listen to your gut and tell common courtesy to fuck right off.

For the first time in years, I could see the stars that Thurmond's monstrous lights had faded into nonexistence. They were so bright, so clear that they couldn't have been real. I didn't know what was more shocking–the endless stretch of road or the sky. Tears pricked at the back of my eyes.

I like this song," I blurted out. Jim Morrison's voice was soft and barely reached us from where it was filtering through Betty's speakers. "Yeah? The Doors?" Liam;s face lit up. "'Come on baby, light my fire,'" he crooned in a low voice, trying to match Morrison's. "Try to set the night on fire. . . .'"I laughed. "I like it when he sings.

Everyone pulls a bad card. What matters is how you ultimately play it.

I think.. I just want to look different.'...'Is that ridiculous?'Priyanka came toward me, her expression contemplative.'No, it's not. The only way to live is by following whatever message your heart is beating out for you.''Did you read that on a greeting card?' I asked.'No, on some kind of medication ad,' she admitted, 'but it doesn't make it any less true.'I turned back to the mirror and picked up the scissors again.

...Liam had been in the driver's seat, singing along to Derek and the Dominos' "Layla" at the top of his lungs, so off-key that it had even Chubs laughing. Zu had been sitting right behind him, moving in time with the music, her entire body rocking out to the wailing electric guitar...

Most of the faces around us were young but not teenagers. A good portion of the country's universities and colleges had been temporarily shut down due to lack of funding, but if a few still had money left, I guess Harvard would have been one of them. WE ARE YOUR TIRED, YOUR POOR, YOUR HUDDLED MASSES. . . read the sign next to me.