Self-knowledge is better than self-control any day," Raquel said firmly. "And I know myself well enough to know how I act around cookies.

Vic knelt by Lucas's side. 'You look like crap, by the way.'

'Thanks for breaking it to me gently.' Lucas took a deep breath, then groaned.

I apologized to her once for spending less time with her, but she blew it off. "You're in love. That makes you actually kind of boring to people who aren't in love. You know, the sane ones.

I see... the way you're always searching. How much you hate anything fake or phony. How you're older than your years, but still... playful, like a little girl. How you're always looking into people, or wondering what they see when they look back at you. Your eyes. It's all in the eyes.

In my opinion, all boyfriends should turn out to be secretly wealthy.

All of my best friends are dead people. Someday I've got to figure out how that happened.