I wonder if he really could rationalize what I did to him, really treat betrayal like the slight transgression of a recalcitrant business partner. I wonder if I hurt him. If he can rationalize what I did to him, it’s easy to imagine how he rationalized what he did to me.

Some promises aren’t worth keeping.

I'm afraid that whatever I touch is spoilt by the contact." "I'm not scared of being spoiled," Val said.

It's starting to sink in," Corny said. "I can almost look at you without wanting to bang my head against the wall.

Life's full of opportunities to make crappy decisions that feel good. And after the first one, the rest get a whole lot easier.

I'm the best kind of thief, the kind that leaves behind items equal in value to those he's stolen.

He must have been handsome when he was alive and was handsome still, although made monstrous by his pallor and her awareness of what he was. His mouth looked soft, his cheekbones as sharp as blades, and his jaw curved, giving him an off-kilter beauty. His black hair a mad forest of dirty curls.