Memories, you see, hurt. The good ones most of all.

There's always a price you pay when you lie. Once you introduce a lie into a relationship, even for the best of intentions, it is always there. Whenever you’re with that person again, that lie is in the room too. It sits on your shoulder. Good lie or bad lie, it's in the room with you forever now. It's your constant companion.

I'm a little bit of a control freak.

A trial is two narratives competing for your attention.

Getting into a fight with a popular senior. Pissing off a school teacher and the local chief of police. Hanging with two major-league losers." She slapped my back. "Welcome to high school.

There are few times that I feel more at peace, more in tune, more Zen, if you will, than when I force myself to unplug.

This was a place where tattoos outnumbered teeth.