It makes you a different person, to not have a past. It eats away at who you are, until what’s left is all construct, all artifice.

Boys never believe I can beat them, she told me back then. But I always win in the end.

I'm sorry I kissed you- it was selfish and it upset you- but you can't ask me to pretend I didnt want to.

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

Okay. how about that time when you smoked all that weed that you thought was laced with something? You fell into the tub, but you refused to get out because you were convinced that the back of your head was going to fall off? "That third story happened to a guy named Jace in my dorm. Me and Sam and another guy in our hall took turns reading "Paradise Lost" through the locked door. I think it made him more paranoid, though." "That's not true," he says. "Well, he *seemed* more paranoid to me," I say. "And he still gets a little weired out when any one mentions angels.

I envy what I fear and hate what I envy.

Holly: Seriously, you don't like unicorns? What kind person doesn't like unicorns? Justine: What kind of a person doesn't like zombies? What have zombies ever done to you? Holly: Zombies shamble. I disapprove of shambling. And they have bits that fall off. You never see a unicorn behaving that way. Justine: I shamble. Bits fall off me all the time: hair, skin cells. Are you saying you disapprove of me?