You want me to say something? Okay. Sometimes I think I am what you made me. And sometimes I don’t know who I am at all. And either way I’m not happy.

There’s nothing like a gunshot to make you the life of the party.

If curiosity killed the cat, it was satisfaction that brought it back.

Tana. In all my long life, though there were many times I prayed for it, no one has ever saved me. No one but you.

We’re all dying, Cassel. It’s just that some of us are dying faster than others.

I'm not good at having friends. I mean, I can make myself useful to people. I can fit in. I get invited to parties and I can sit at any table I want in the cafeteria. But actually trusting someone when they have nothing to gain from me just doesn't make sense. All friendships are negotiations of power.

God, I hate you,” she says. “So much. Why do boys think that it will be better to lie and tell a girl how much they loved her and how they only dumped her for her own good? That they only tried to rearrange her brain for her own good? Does it make you feel better, Cassel? Does it? Because from my perspective, it really sucks.