The first boy I fell in love with didn't know I loved him, but he managed to break my heart anyway.

At the end of a criminal’s life, it’s always the small mistake, the coincidence, the lark. The time we got too comfortable, the time we slipped up, the time someone aimed a little to the left. I’ve heard Grandad’s war stories a thousand times. How they finally got Mo. How Mandy almost got away. How Charlie fell. Birth to grave, we know it’ll be us one day. Our tragedy is that we forget it might be someone else first.

I can't trust the people I care about not to hurt me. And I'm not sure I can trust myself not to hurt them, either.

You can break a thing, but you cannot always guide it afterward into the shape you want.

She sits up. I can’t read her expression, but her cheeks look a little pink. “I didn’t think you were going to be here.” “I live here.

One night you will ask me for something I cannot give.

But if you didn't believe in monsters, then how were you going to be able to keep safe from them?