June will break your heart. I can see it already. She’ll shatter you into a million pieces.

Her sadness makes her impossibly beautiful, like snow blanketing a barren landscape.

It was June, and the world smelled of roses. The sunshine was like powdered gold over the grassy hillside.

I’d gotten someone killed.The price people seem to pay for crossing my path.

I was one of those unfortunates adopted by upper middle-class professionals and nurtured in an environment of learning, art and a socio-religious culture steeped in more than 2000 years of Talmudic tradition. Not everyone is...

I certainly don’t understand all these strange new feelings inside me–am I here because I love him, or because I owe him?

She’s pretty in a way that distracts me just like she did in the Skiz ring. No, pretty’s not the right word. Beautiful.

Green was the silence, wet was the light,the month of June trembled like a butterfly.

What a joke! Poor little rich girl’s fallen in love with the Republic’s most famous criminal.