It feels like the whole world has turned upside down. There aren't any more rules. Hey,' I say to Sam, because if the world's gone crazy, then I guess I can do whatever I want. "Guess what? I'm a worker.

Mine. The language of love is like that, possessive. That should be the first warning that it's not going to encourage anyone's betterment.

On the way out to the car, Philip turns to me. “How could you be so stupid? I shrug, stung in spite of myself. “I thought I grew out of it.” Philip pulls out his key fob and presses the remote to unlock his Mercedes. I slide into the passenger side, brushing coffee cups off the seat and onto the floor mat, where crumpled printouts from MapQuest soak up any spilled liquid. “I hope you mean sleepwalking,” Philip says, “since you obviously didn’t grow out of stupid.

I can't trust the people I care about not to hurt me. And I'm not sure I can trust myself not to hurt them, either.

Marks forget that whenever something's too good to be true, that's because it's a con.

It demeans you to cover rotten meat with honey. I know what I am. What would you want with a monster?" "Everything.

I thought you were her knight, but you have become only her woodsman--taking little girls into the forest to cut out their hearts.