What are you boys doing?” she asks, as if we’re still little kids messing around. “Arguin’,” Carlos says matter-of-factly.

Makin' mistakes ain't a crime, you know. What's the use of having a reputation if you can't ruin it every now and then?

Secrets she'll take to the grave and secrets she's dying to share.

Unfortunately, there are no guarentees in life.

Is anyone human actually normal? I'm beginning to think being normal is actually abnormal.

Unfortunately, I can’t run from my heart. It hurts, deep inside my body. And I know I’ll never be the same.

Trust me, he whispers against my lips. Maggie, you're my paradise.