If only things said were far and few between. Maybe the world wouldn't be so complicated. If people managed to keep their big mouths shut, well, maybe feelings wouldn't be hurt. Yeah, that makes sense. Maybe wars wouldn't be started. Maybe the world would be happy. But when that mouth is opened up - why, what a world then? Not a good one, that's for sure.

Vertigo wasn't fun. I mean, sure maybe it if were a song that was both catchy and by a beloved band, but let's face it: it isn't. Vertigo is the sickly disease of tripping and falling. More or less. And it was Harry's burden now.

There are probably three of different types of girls. Some girls know nothing. They get boring rather quickly. Some girls know far too much for their own good. It's insufferable - everyhting they touch and everything like try to talk about. And there are those special girls. The ones who know just as much as you. The ones who like the same things as you. Those are the girls to court.

 There are things that aren't meant to be seen. Picking one's nose, the mutterings of mutinous thoughts, and thieves. Though there are most certainly more, and the ones that are listed here are not the most important of secrets. But secrets they are and secrets must be feared. In the right hands, however, secrets have many different uses.