I can learn to live with guilt. I don't care about being good.

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

Everyone danced -- sweaty bodies packed tight, drunk with sound.

So I'm scared, because you're not just not human, you're not like anyone....there's nobody like you in all the world and it's you I want. I want you and I hate wanting things and I especially hate admitting I want them.

On the way out to the car, Philip turns to me. “How could you be so stupid? I shrug, stung in spite of myself. “I thought I grew out of it.” Philip pulls out his key fob and presses the remote to unlock his Mercedes. I slide into the passenger side, brushing coffee cups off the seat and onto the floor mat, where crumpled printouts from MapQuest soak up any spilled liquid. “I hope you mean sleepwalking,” Philip says, “since you obviously didn’t grow out of stupid.

My head is pounding. I wish the mints were aspirin.

She knew she shouldn't feel that way about a monster, but right then, she wanted nothing more than a monster of her very own.