I was like a lost moon―my planet destroyed in some cataclysmic, disaster-movie scenario of desolation―that continued, nevertheless, to circle in a tight little orbit around the empty space left behind, ignoring the laws of gravity.

I can't always be Lois Lane," I insisted. "I want to be Superman, too.

Hasn’t anyone ever told you? Life isn’t fair.

Sometimes it was so easy to forget that I was kissing a vampire.

Did you seriously just stamp your foot? I thought girls only did that on TV.

I do a good job of blocking painful, unnecessary things from my memory.

It took less than half a second for me to realize that, as long as I was truly insane now, I might as well enjoy the delusions while they were pleasant.