The people we care about are always worth more to us than the people we don't. No matter what anyone pretends.

You can't be fixed. You can't be saved.

Thinking something does not make it true. Wanting something does not make it real.

Pain is just a feeling, and feelings aren't real.

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

"What would you do if I kissed you right now?" I stared at his beautiful face and his beautiful mouth and I wanted nothing more than to taste it. "I would kiss you back."

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.