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

The truth is messy. It's raw and uncomfortable. You can't blame people for preferring lies.

I want you and I hate wanting things and I especially hate admitting I want them.

She can’t help it. She loves the con. I tell myself I’m not like her, but I have to admit I love it too.

Nobody ever really sees me the way I am, underneath everything. But she did. She does.

We are, largely, who we remember ourselves to be. That's why habits are so hard to break. If we know ourselves to be liars, we expect not to tell the truth. If we think of ourselves as honest, we try harder.

A second book that makes you rethink the first book is the Holy Grail of a series.