Do I Mind Being Called A Chick-lit

I Had Spent My Whole Life Feeling Homesick. The Only Difference Between The Two Of Us Was That I Didn't Know What Or Where Home Was.

My Truth Is That What Doesn't Kill You Makes You Weaker Rather Than Stronger, Although It Makes You Wiser.

In An Unpredictable And Unpleasant World It Was Both Unusual And Very Pleasant To Hear What I Wanted To Hear.

He Seemed Wild And Dangerous And Carefree--well, He Would, Would'nt He? What Were Motorcycles And Black Leather Pants If Not The Uniform Of A Wild, Dangerous And Carefree Man?

I Went Grey At 12, My Eyesight Went At 17. I've Been A Crock From Very Early On.