It’s just that you go so crazy being alone like that. Sometimes he’d forget my water or food and I’d cry and cry and cry.” She stops talking and looks out the window. “I would try to tell myself stories to pass the time. Fairy tales. Parts of books. But they got used up.

And stupid. Brave and Stupid." Ravus smiled, but then his smile sagged. "But nothing can stop you from being terrible once you've learned how.

Lie until even you believe it - that's the real secret of lying

Everyone danced -- sweaty bodies packed tight, drunk with sound.

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

It is my belief that books are living things.

He runs to the sink to spit it out. I grin. There’s nothing quite as funny as someone else’s misery.