Clever girl. You play with fire because you want to be burnt.

Let me look out for you. Let your enemies become mine.

You sure you want to cross me?" In that moment she's her father's daughter.

It's not that I don't know that it's a bad idea. It's that, lately, bad ideas have a particular hold over me.

I can’t help feeling a little bit competitive and a little bit disappointed in myself that I’m already so far behind. After all, Yulikova thinks Barron has a real future with the Bureau. She told me so. I told her that sociopaths are relentlessly charming. I think she figured I was joking.

Once, she made a boy come out of his house and kiss her under the streetlight. It was her first kiss. She thinks it was probably his, too. She never told him and she never, ever will.

They say that nameless things change constantly—that names fix them in place like pins.