All I cared was that she had never lied. She was honest in a world just the opposite, and a cool oasis in my life. She was who she said she was, and everything Sophia, my mother, the pathologically manipulative liar, had never been.

Why is it always the world? Why is it never just half a block? Or Jersey? You know, something we could live without?

When life gives you lemons. . . You might as well shove 'em where the sun don't shine, because you sure as hell aren't ever going to see any lemonade.

Memories - you can't escape them, but you can't let them rule you either.

There are a lot of truths in this world. When it rains it pours. It's always darkest before the dawn. He who smelt it dealt it.

You're the little spoon, aren't you?

What're you still doing up? You know all good little ninjas should be in bed, visions of homicidal sugarplums dancing in their heads.