All friendships are negotiations of power.

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

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

Okay. how about that time when you smoked all that weed that you thought was laced with something? You fell into the tub, but you refused to get out because you were convinced that the back of your head was going to fall off? "That third story happened to a guy named Jace in my dorm. Me and Sam and another guy in our hall took turns reading "Paradise Lost" through the locked door. I think it made him more paranoid, though." "That's not true," he says. "Well, he *seemed* more paranoid to me," I say. "And he still gets a little weired out when any one mentions angels.

I did it to get what I want. Maybe I should regret that, but I can’t. Sometimes you do the bad thing and hope for the good result.

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

Magic gives you a lot of choices," Grandad says. "Most of them are bad.