Now I wish she'd never broken any of her rules. I understood why she held to them so hard. Once you broke the first one, they all broke, one by one, like firecrackers exploding in your face in a parking lot on the Fourth of July.

I felt beautiful but also interrupted. I wasn't used to being so complicated.

I'm a fish swimming by...catch me if you want me.

The nearest I'd come to feeling anything like God was the plan blue cloudless sky and a certain silence, but how do you pray to that?

I felt like an undeveloped photograph that he was printing, my image rising to the surface under his gaze.

she was such a bad actress. she never said her lines rite, it was something perverse in her nature. and wat was her line anyway?

If evil means to be self-motivated, to be the center of one’s own universe, to live on one’s own terms, then every artist, every thinker, every original mind, is evil.