But the scars are always there, waiting for something to poke them.

The key to lying skillfully is never lie to yourself.

It was as though he didn't exist, and then suddenly, he was everywhere.

Graham runs a hand through his hair and takes a deep breath. Finally, with a determined scowl, he crosses the room. His hands grip my shoulders. “We are not,” his voice is a gentle tremor, “breaking up

Growing up with my dad taught me to either lie like a pro or not bother.

I've been known to slum it and shop in the gag-him-and-bag-him aisles, believe it or not.

She shuddered. “What is it with slobbery kissers? Are they trying to drown us in spit? I mean, Jesus, swallow every now and then.