I don't like to overdose. Call me old-fashioned.
My Horizontal Life: A Collection of One-Night StandsMy hair isn’t as white as snow, because it’s not old enough—or cold enough.
Sleepwalking is resterciseEreaders were a great convenience, but nothing could beat the smell of a library and old books.
TasteThere’s no accounting for the opinions of old ladies. They think everyone is cute.
What Flowers RememberI crashed my boyfriend's birthday when I was 12 years old. He didn't invite me and so I showed up.
Isla Fisher