I’m Lila, and yes, he’s crazy. But you must have noticed that before now. He was crazy back when I knew him, and he’s obviously gotten crazier over time.

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.

And if I wanted to kill myself, I wouldn't throw myself off a roof. And if I was going to throw myself off a roof, I would put on some pants before I did it.

His eyes look too bright, the way the do in people who are in love, people who are enraged, and people who are completely bonkers.

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

I haven't had a very good day. I think I might still be hung over and everyone's dead and my root beer's gone.

Refills are free,” the waitress tells us with a frown, like she’s hoping we’re not the kind of people who ask for endless refills. I am already pretty sure we are exactly those people.