You know what they say about hope. It breeds eternal misery!

The best secrets are the most twisted

She still felt like a punked-out, faux-leather-wearing, free-thinking Bratz doll in a sea of Pretty Princess of Preppyland Barbies.

Last but not least, she put on a pair of black-framed reading glasses she’d found on Mr. Mercer’s bedside table. If it worked for Clark Kent, it’d work for her.

Those who don't remember the past are doomed to repeat it.

My enemies are everywhere. And sometimes, those we least suspect turn out to be our biggest threats.

Only two can keep a secret if on of them is dead.