But when you're alone in the world, really alone, you have no choice but to be open to suggestions.

It hadn't even occured to me that somebody would believe mine.

Because the truth sometimes hurts," I said. Yeah," he said. "So do lies, though.

If you were dead," Owen told her, "you'd have bigger problems than what you were wearing.

This is the problem with dealing with someone who is actually a good listener. They don’t jump in on your sentences, saving you from actually finishing them, or talk over you, allowing what you do manage to get out to be lost or altered in transit. Instead, they wait, so you have to keep going.

And she was good to me: strong, fun, and fiercely loyal. And if I didn't have many other friends because of her-most girls were intimidated by her looks, or thought she was too pushy, or just flat-out feared for their boyfriends-it never bothered me. I never missed having a wide, thick circle of girlfriends: Rina was more than enough. We were comfortable with each other's flaws and weaknesses, so we stuck together and kept to ourselves.

I think whenever a writer is really enjoying themselves and liking what they are doing, that shows on the page.