I want you and I hate wanting things and I especially hate admitting I want them.

I’m Lila, and yes, he’s crazy. But you must have noticed that before now. He was crazy back when I knew him, and he’s obviously gotten crazier over time.

The truth is messy. It's raw and uncomfortable. You can't blame people for preferring lies.

I don't lie," I lied.

There are dog people and cat people.

This, the language of deception, we both understand. We were born to it, along with the curses.

in her dreams, blood tasted like fizzy strawberry soda. If you drank it too fast, you got brain freeze. When she was older, after she'd licked a cut on her finger, the taste of that became the taste in her dreams: copper and tears.