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

If the enemy of my enemy is my friend, then surely you should be friend to my friend.

Flattery will get you everywhere," Sam says, "Except, apparently, off a roof.

She loves the serene brutality of the ocean, loves the electric power she felt with each breath of wet, briny air.

You can always count on your family to love you. And to betray you. And then to feel guilty about it.

I hate that everyone calls it growing up, but it seems like DYING.

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.