Lies told in a carefree tone with lips parted in a practiced smile are often believed.

Beautiful things are like that, extraordinary one minute, gone the next.

Well, you got more than most then. She thanked you, Prez, but you’ve got to stay away from her. She’s trouble. I’m telling you this for your own good.

No need to write horror; I live it.

None of us can really breathe, though not one of us will openly admit this to anyone else, least of all, ourselves.

You can’t really hear heartbreak. It is remarkably silent but excruciating all the same.

The rebel is back. It feels good – different, somehow – but good. It is sometimes true that a girl can become someone else with the simplest of changes.

I’ve told too many lies. I hold too many secrets. Who can I really trust? Who can trust me when I don’t even trust myself?

You know how it goes – the one person you care about is the one you hurt the most.

I want you to be good. Wait for me. And stay far away from every other guy.