Sometimes I think there's a beast that lives inside me, in the cavern that's where my heart should be, and every now and then it fills every last inch of my skin, so that I can't help but do something inappropriate. Its breath is full of lies; it smells of spite.

There are some things, I think, you're btter off not remembering.

Life isn't nearly as stable as we want it to be.

Who spit in your porridge?

The best relationships were the ones where both sides went out of their way to make sure the other wasn't disappointed.

anyone can understand anything. You just have to know how to present your information.

There's a problem with wounded birds, Cassie," Connor said. "Either they fly away from you one day, or else they never get better. They stay hurt no matter what you do.