Yesss, just a little to the right. 

“How could I have got him so wrong? How could I have thought that he was shallow, when he’s the most interesting, sweet, sensitive, hot-bodied Adonis in all of Lincolnshire and the surrounding districts.”

I think I always disappoint people, because they always expect someone very pretty. Very done. There’s so much pressure to be thin, blonde and busty. I’m skinny, but even I couldn’t fit into some of the clothes in L.A! In a funny kind of way, I think you create it yourself. I think it’s much better to go with the flow and embrace your body, whatever shape it is, and just be happy.

I feel like there are so many people I admire for so many reasons that I can’t look at one person’s life and say, “I want that life.” I want to make my own history.

I don’t know why Dionne is going out with a high school boy. They’re like dogs: you have to clean them and feed them. And they’re just, like, these nervous creatures that jump and slobber all over you.

Do you know what my mother said to me when I told her I wanted to start a company? She said ‘your chances are one in a million’ and I said ‘maybe I’m that one.’ And she said ‘you’re not.’ And she was wrong. And whatever she thought she saw in me was wrong. Because I am one in a million.  And if you can’t see that, then you’re wrong, just like my mother.

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Christmas was coming. One morning in mid-December, Hogwarts woke to find itself covered in several feet of snow. The lake froze solid and the Weasley twins were punished for bewitching several snowballs so that they followed Quirrell around, bouncing off the back of his turban.