It's A Metaphor, See: You Put The

You're Not A Little Kid Anymore. You Need To Make Friends, Get Out Of The House, And Live Your Life.

If You Don't Say The Honest Thing, It Never Becomes True.

I'm Not From Indianapolis, But I Like Living In Indianapolis. If I Were To Explain It, I'd Tell Someone To Imagine A City That Perfectly Captures The Best And The Worst Of America. Imagine The Truly American City, Because That's What It Is.

Books—they Weren't Ladders Out Of The Abyss, But They Were Companions.

In The Dark Beside Me, She Smelled Of Sweat And Sunshine And Vanilla.