Boys never believe I can beat them, she told me back then. But I always win in the end.

Life's full of opportunities to make crappy decisions that feel good. And after the first one, the rest get a whole lot easier.

She can’t help it. She loves the con. I tell myself I’m not like her, but I have to admit I love it too.

I wonder if he really could rationalize what I did to him, really treat betrayal like the slight transgression of a recalcitrant business partner. I wonder if I hurt him. If he can rationalize what I did to him, it’s easy to imagine how he rationalized what he did to me.

She says that what you did was a cry for help." "It was," I say. "That's why I was yelling 'Heeeelp!' I don't really go in for subtlety.

More and more I feel like the boy who cut off his nose to spite his face.

Jones looks like he wants to slug me, which is only subtly different from his usual way of looking at me like I'm a slug.