Hipster is a perfectly valid word,” Wendy argued, about to write down her score on the little notepad that had come with the game. “Okay, so what does it mean?” Mandy wanted to know. Wendy struggled to come up with an answer, and finally just changed the subject with school gossip. Mandy found herself just ignoring it… it always sounded the same, the same events, same rumors, same secrets, same affairs, but never anything of interest to her.“Well Sarah’s on drugs again and that’s why she did it in Mario’s backseat, but now she might be pregnant, oh, and that messed-up Seth kid’s been cutting himself again so he was sent away to Halifax last week, and there’s a festival in Colville, but Kathy won’t go because Audrey-Rose is going to be there, and they hate each other, and….” Mandy had learned two years ago to detach herself from gossip; she’d learned it from Mud’s death. Wendy may have been eighteen years old, but she could be immature on the best of days.

— Rebecca McNutt

I have suffered from depression for most of my life. It is an illness.

— Adam Ant

It's better to swallow pride than blood.

— David Bischoff

Life isn't like a Full House episode. There isn't going to be an easy out to every conflict. There is no milkman, paperboy, or evening TV. There are good moments and bad moments and not everything will tie together nicely in the end. But that's life, and I think I'm finally starting to get it.

— Jodie Sweetin

Should have taken warning its just People mourning Running, hiding, lost You can't find, find a place to go, so it'red skies at night Red skies at night, whoa oh, oh oh oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh... red skies at night, red skies at night, whoa oh, oh oh oh... Someone's taking over, and it looks like they're aiming right at you... Someone said we'll be dead by morning... Someone cries, leaving... red skies at night, whoa oh-h-h

— Cy Curnin The Fixx

This is 1987. A girl can be whatever she wants to be." "I know," said Ray. "My sums a plumber.

— David Bischoff

This is where the pivotal events of my childhood unfolded, while I ate banana and root beer Popsicles, two by two, tucking the sticks neatly under the skirt of the chair. It's where Sunny bank Lad met Lady, Ken met his friend Flick, Atlanta burned, Mannerly burned, Lassie came home, Jim ran away, Alice got small, Wilbur got big, David Copperfield was born, Beth died, and, on an endless gloomy winter afternoon, Jody shot his yearling.

— Jo Ann Beard

You can't judge a book by its cover," he said. "No," said Watts. "But you can tell how much it's gonna cost!

— David Bischoff