If the enemy of my enemy is my friend, then surely you should be friend to my friend.

If I'm not a murderer," asked Corny, "how come I keep killing people?

There are no words for how much I will miss her, but I try to kiss her so that she'll know. I try to kiss her to tell her the whole story of my love, the way I dreamed of her when she was dead, the way that every other girl seemed like a mirror that showed me her face. The way my skin ached for her. The way that kissing her made me feel like I was drowning and like I was being saved all at the same time. I hope she can taste all that, bittersweet, on my tongue.

Once someone's hurt you, it's harder to relax around them, harder to think of them as safe to love. But it doesn't stop you from wanting them.

Marks forget that whenever something's too good to be true, that's because it's a con.

You carried my heart in your hands tonight," he said. "But I have felt as if you carried it long before that.

After that, she wasn't sure what the game was or if she'd imagined it. All she knew was that she had lost.