I Find Prostitutes Vastly Important.

Adrian Ordered A Martini, Earning Disapproving Looks From His Father And Me. "it's Barely Noon," Said Nathan. "i Know," Said Adrian. "i'm Surprised I Held Out That Long Too.

All This Time…ever Since I Sold My Soul, I’ve Been Clinging To This Idea That There Is Something Pure And Decent Out There. That There Was Something To Give Me Hope That Even If I Was A Lost Cause, At Least There Was Something Bright And Good In The World. But There Isn’t. If There Was, Seth Wouldn’t Have Fallen. Erik Wouldn’t Have Died. Andrea Mortensen Wouldn’t Be Dying.” -georgina To Carter

"i'm Sure It Is," She Replied. Her Expression Turned Fierce, Making Her Look Far Different From The Scattered Teacher I Knew. "but Listen To Me When I Say This. You Are Exceptional, Talented, And Brilliant Young Woman. Do Not Ever Let Anyone Make You Feel Like You're Less. Do Not Ever Let Anyone Make You Feel Invisible. Do Not Let Anyone - Not Even A Teacher Who Constantly Sends You For Coffee - Push You Around." She Put Her Glasses Back On And Began Randomly Lifting Up Pieces Of Papers. At Last, She Found A Pen And Grinned Triumphantly. "now, Then. What Is Your Brother's Name?"

Adrian Was Easily Distractible By Wacky Topics And Shiny Objects.

It’s Easy To Want Peace And Love In Hypothetical Situations—then Reality Sets In, And Sometimes We Have To Do What’s Ugly.