They want you to think that darkness or evil is only something that gets inflicted on you by the outside world, but I know better, and I think the freak does, too. Sometimes the darkness lives inside you, and sometimes it wins.

I can't make it fade.

You get a good review, and it’s like crack. You need another hit. And another. And another. I know authors are like Tinkerbell and generally need applause to survive, but it’s a slippery slope.

Breathing him in wasn't enough, I wanted to inhale him. The leather, the smoke, the sweetness.

We'll just have to try to make better mistakes tomorrow.

Never, never, never. I am never going to forget you.

It was almost painful, I thought, to have a heart so swollen with gratitude and what must have been pure, untainted happiness. I wanted to live inside the feeling forever.