She was kind of in love with him.

If the truth didn't help anyone, and love didn't last, what was there left to struggle toward?

He kills people. Now I'm no expert, but doesn't that make you a bad person?" Jamie glared at Nick. "You've killed a lot more people than he has. What does that make you?" "Not a person," Nick murmured, not sounding particularly interested. "Surely you remember.

I am in full possession of the amazing power of being sarcastic.

Oh, Alan Ryves," she said. "You're such a fantastic liar. You are the smoothest con man of them all.

Oh God, Mae," said Jamie in a hollow voice, descending the stairs. "I will never drink again. I'm only seeing in black and white. My arms feel all floppy, like flightless wings. I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror and I looked like a very sad penguin.

I was thinking." "I see no evidence of that, Jared." Kami said.