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.

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

I thought you needed to be tougher. But I've been thinking that protecting somebody by hurting them before someone else gets the chance isn't the kind of protecting that anybody wants.

If the enemy of my enemy is my friend, then surely you should be friend to my friend.

You have to write a lot. And you have to rewrite what you wrote a lot more.

No trouble ever got fixed late at night," he said. "Midnight is for regrets.

This, the language of deception, we both understand. We were born to it, along with the curses.