Look, Rose. You don't have to keep up with the hard-to-get thing. You already got me.

Unbelievable," I said. "First you wanted to hide her away to keep you alive. Now you actually want her out in the world to use her compulsion for your own psycho plans.

I can pick a lock. How do you think I got into my parents' liquor cabinet in middle school?

Rose once told me about this poem she’d read. There was this line, ‘If your eyes weren’t open, you wouldn’t know the difference between dreaming and waking.’ You know what I’m afraid of? That someday, even with my eyes open, I still won’t know.

For a moment his eyes locked onto me with an intensity that left me breathless.

Giving advice was a lot harder than following it.

I’m telling you, you’d like him. He goes to a public school and just started at Spencer’s. The other day, he was going off on unaerobic vs. aerobic respiration, and I was thinking, ‘You know who this sounds like? Melbourne.’” -- Trey