But now I wonder--what if everyone is pretty much the same and it's just a thousand small choices that add up to the person you are? No good or evil, no black and white, no inner demons or angels whispering the right answers in our ears like it's some cosmic SAT test. Just us, hour by hour, minute by minute, day by day,making the best choices we can. The thought is horrifying. If that's true, then there's no right choice. There's only choice.

I envy what I fear and hate what I envy.

Sometimes,” Sam says, “I can’t tell when you’re lying.” “I never lie,” I lie.

If I'm not a murderer," asked Corny, "how come I keep killing people?

Some promises aren’t worth keeping.

We have about three hours of homework a night, and our evening study period is only two hours, so if you want to spend the break at half-past-nine not freaking out, you have to cram. I'm not sure that the picture of the wide-eyed zombie girl biting out the brains of senior douchebag James Page is part of Sam's homework, bit if it is, his physics teacher is awesome.

She knew she shouldn't feel that way about a monster, but right then, she wanted nothing more than a monster of her very own.