“Dilettantes,’ Art3mis said. ‘It’s their own fault for not knowing all the Schoolhouse Rock! lyrics by heart.”
“If it’s your song, I don’t need lyrics to know what you’re saying.”
“The problem isn’t with rock lyrics, it’swith the fabric of this society itself.”
“Above all else I am a dilettante in life.”
“I’m lost. And it’s my own fault. It’s about time I figured out that I can’t ask people to keep me found.”
“If someone betrays you once, it’s their fault; if they betray you twice, it’s your fault.”