She looks honestly upset, but then, I’ve learned that I can’t read her. The problem with a really excellent liar is that you have to just assume they’re always lying.

One fine day, in the middle of the night, two dead boys got up to fight. Back to back they faced each other. They pulled out their swords and shot one another. One deaf cop, on the beat heard the noise, and came and shot the two dead boys.

There’s something about her—Cassel, I have met many evil men and women in my life. I have made deals with them, drank with them. I have done things that I myself have difficulty reconciling—terrible things. But I have never known anyone like your mother. She is a person without limits—or if she has any, she hasn’t found them yet. She never needs to reconcile anything.

You said you were allowed to lose it,' some part of her reminded herself. 'Not yet, not yet.

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

Those who really love you don't mean to hurt you and if they do, you can't see it in their eyes but it hurts them too.

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