Greetings, ax murderer! I was just wondering how you like your eggs?

It isn't that we do what we want. It's that we're allowed to want at all.

They kept the lie going, and the people loved it.

The dull pain of truth weights my soul, pulling it under. I am left hopelessly awake.

Come awake, Tom. Fathers can willfully hurt their children. They can be addicts too weak to give up their vices, no matter the pain it causes. Mothers can turn you invisible with neglect. They can erase you with a denial, a refusal to see. Friends can deceive you. People lie. It is a cold, hard world. I do not blame Nell Hawkins for retreating from it into a madness of her own choosing.

The face staring back at me isn't beautiful but she isn't something that would scare the horses, either.

I knew it. You’re an alien,” said her former best friend, the pale, bespectacled creature with the spectacular cleavage. “Yes, I’m an alien and I still made cheerleader. And now I’m going to steal your boyfriend to prove girls can’t really be friends.” “I sat back timidly when you torched my house, killed my parents, and ate my dog. But now you’re stealing my boyfriend? That’s a step too far!