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.

When she wanted to escape her life, she read books

They ask, how could this happen here? Well. How could it not happen here?

You’ll tell yourself anything you have to, to pretend that you’re still the one in control.

I believe in love. I think it just hits you and pulls the rug out from underneath you and, like a baby, demands your attention every minute of the day.

There are two reasons not to tell the truth--becuase lying will get you what you want, and because lying will keep someone from getting hurt.

I tell you this as a cautionary tale: beware of getting what you want. It's bound to disappoint you.