I hate beef. I can't stand the smell. I've only eaten what equals a whole hamburger in my whole lifetime. I don't eat chili, and I get angry when my mom makes it because of the smell. Yes, I'm weird, and my dad loves teasing me and calling me a vegetarian. Think my friends have done that once or twice, too.
You, who have all the passion for life that I have not? You, who can love and hate with a violence impossible to me? Why you are as elemental as fire and wind and wild things... — Gone With the Wind
