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

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

Can't get away from your own self.

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

Once, there was a girl who vowed she would save everyone in the world, but forgot herself.

He was as honest as any criminal can hope to be.

He’s quiet then. We lie next to each other, twin corpses waiting for burial.