Sometimes, when you don't ask questions, it's not because you are afraid that someone will lie to your face. It's because you're afraid they'll tell you the truth.

What was wrong with me? I had a decent life. I was healthy. I wasn't starving or maimed by a land mine or orphaned. Yet somehow, it wasn't enough. I had a hole in me, and everything I took for granted slipped through it like sand. I felt like I had swallowed yeast, like whatever evil was festering inside me had doubled in size.

The best way to prevent a heartache was to cushion the coming blow.

In this new place we've found, sometimes there aren't words, because the truth can be even more difficult than the lies.

Infatuation's just another word for not seeing clearly. When you start to love a person- that's when they become real

That's the crazy thing about lies. You start to fall for them, yourself.

Anger, though, is too fierce a flame to last for long, and when it burned out, I was left numb and wondering.