Think of spoiled cat food and ulcerated cankers and expired donor organs. That's how beautiful she looks.

Your heart is my piñata.

I am not loved. I am not a beautiful soul. I am not a good-natured, giving person. I am not anybody's savior.

I am an invisible monster, and I am incapable of loving anybody. You don't know which is worse.

Maybe humans are just the pet alligators that God flushed down the toilet.

Oh love me, love me, love me, love me, love me, love me, love me, love me. I'll be anybody you want me to be.

There's a moment in every book when the book turns and it surprises me.