I thought about how there are two types of secrets: the kind you want to keep in, and the kind you don't dare to let out.

You don't need a search warrant to go through someone's trash. Seriously. Once it hits the curb it is totally fair game - you an look it up.

Pretend and it will be true.

I for one like chaos. Chaos looks good on me.

But Hale didn't follow. For a second he just stood and stared out over his empire. It was like he was lost in a dream when he said, "So, your dad broke into the patent office." "Yep," Kat told him. "How many goats am I going to owe him for that?" "More than you've got, big guy. Way more than you've got.

My name is Cammie!” I didn’t think about all the people I could have woken, all the alarms that might have gone off. I just snapped, “How did you know about Boston? Why are you working with Mr. Solomon now? Are you my friend or are you my enemy, Zach? Or, wait, let me guess, you can’t tell me.

Teenage girls read in packs. It's true today, and it was true when I was a teen growing up in a small town in northeast Oklahoma.