'I don't get it,' Caroline said, bemused. 'She's the only one with wings. Why is that?'

I don't lie." "You don't lie," I repeated. "That's what I said." "Ever." "Nope." Sure you don't, I thought.

But as i lay there, it only seemes like silence filling my ears. And the thing was, it was so freaking loud.

Writing a novel is like childbirth: once you realize how awful it really is, you never want to do it again.

No," I snapped. "I mean, no. I'm answering. I'm just collecting my response." Another few seconds passed. Is there a time limit for this?" he asked. I shot him a look. "Just wondering.

That was the thing about being on the inside: the world was just going on, even when it seemed like time for you had stopped for good.

In a way, I was almost happy to see her. The worst part of me, out in the flesh. Blinking back at me in the dim light, daring me to call her a name other than my own.