It doesn’t matter what we are. It matters what we do.

I must be made of nothing to feel so much nothing.

Boys are stupid and girls are trouble.

Sometimes, the biggest secrets you can only tell a stranger.

My name is not Mara Dyer, but my lawyer told me I had to choose something. A pseudonym. A nom de plume, for all of us studying for the SATs. I know that having a fake name is strange, but trust me-it's the most normal thing about my life right now. Even telling you this much probably isn't smart. But without my big mouth, no one would know that a seventeen-year-old who likes Death Cab for Cutie was responsible for the murders. No one would know that somewhere out there is a B student with a body count. And it's important that you know, so you're not next.

Maybe sometimes we can only see the truth about ourselves if someone shows us where to look.

The thing about happiness, though, is that it never lasts.