He runs to the sink to spit it out. I grin. There’s nothing quite as funny as someone else’s misery.

For me the curse is a crutch, but the con is everything.

Sam: You know what I wish? Cassel: What? Sam: That someone would covert my bed into a robot that would fight other bed robots to the death for me.

I survive at the edge of friends circles.

My head is pounding. I wish the mints were aspirin.

You are the only thing I have that is neither duty nor obligation, the only thing I chose for myself. The only thing I want.

The most important thing for any con artist is never to think like a mark. Marks think they can get something for nothing. Marks think they can get what they don’t deserve and could never deserve. Marks are stupid and pathetic and sad. Marks think they’re going to go home one night and have the girl they’ve loved since they were a kid suddenly love them back. Marks forget that whenever something’s too good to be true, that’s because it’s a con.