Your heart is my piñata.

Yes, I kidnapped that Lindberg baby.

I ran. I ran until my muscles burned and my veins pumped battery acid. Then I ran some more.

My books are always about someone obtaining a power to replace the previous sort of power that they held.

Why should I believe any of this?' It happens that fast. I say, because I think I like you. Marla says, 'Not love?' This is a cheesy enough moment, I say. Don't push it.

I could imagine myself becoming one of Marla's stories.

What we don't understand we can make mean anything.