I know from personal experience that the last thing you want, in that awkward decade when you are trying to figure out who you are and where you are headed, is the pressure of being under the constant observation of cranky grown-ups who wonder why you aren’t unloading the dishwasher for them more often.

I understand the appeal [of Stephanie Meyer]. At Clementine’s age, I too would have been able to smell Edward and feel the delicious iciness of his breath on the back of my neck.

Recently:

When a man changes his natural body odor it can alter his self-confidence to such an extent that it also changes how attractive women find him.

From a year ago:

As one female social scientist noted in Science Magazine, "Reinventing the curriculum will not make me more interested in learning how my dishwasher works."

Also:

I used to wonder at such people, but more and more I wonder at myself.

Have you seen Låt den rätte komma in?