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

You're stronger than you believe. Don't let your fear own you. Own yourself.

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

I knew one hundred little things about Noah Shaw but when he kissed me I couldn't remember my own name.

But when everyone tells you you're crazy and no one believes you when you swear you aren't, a small part of you will always wonder if they're right.

I would rather die with the taste of you on my tongue than live and never touch you again.

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.