• Another thing is no matter how much you think you love somebody, you'll step back when the pool of their blood edges of up too close. pg 15
• No matter how careful you are, there's going to be the sense you missed something, the collapsed feeling under your skin that you didn't experience it all. There's that fallen heart feeling that you rushed through the moments where you should've been paying attention.

Well, get used to that feeling. That's how your whole life will feel someday. pg 22

• I'm living the life I love, I tell myself, and loving the life I lie.

I tell myself: I deserved this. This is exactly what I wanted. pg 31

• And married people always think love is the answer. pg 35
• Nobody really gets noticed, not any more. pg 39
• Panicking by yourself is the same as laughing alone in an empty room. You feel really silly. pg 50
• It's clear enough, nobody understands me here. pg 53
• "When you understand," Brandy says, "that what you're telling is just a story. It isn't happening anymore. When you realize the story you're telling is just words, when you can just crumble it up and throw your past in the trashcan," Brandy says, "then we'll figure out who you're going to be." pg 61
• You can say anything if enough people will listen. pg 71
• "Am I the only one here in this car who feels anything real?" pg 78
• "The only reason why we ask other people how their weekend was is so we can tell them about our own weekend." pg 87
• The future is just wasted on some people. pg 100
• When we don't know who to hate, we hate ourselves. pg 104
• Nothing of me is original. I am the combined effort of everybody I've ever known. pg 104
• The one you love and the one who loves you are never, ever the same person. pg 104
• You just can't let anybody get close enough to you to learn the truth. pg 107
• Caged behind my silk, settled inside my cloud of organza and georgette, the idea that I can't share my problems with other people makes me not give a shit about their problems." pg 111
• The second most boring thing, she says, is honesty. pg 112
• "I will always love you," the queen of the night sky says, and I know which postcard she's found. pg 114
• If Seth doesn't want me, I want to not want him. pg 115
• All these thousands of miles later, all these different people I've been, and it's still the same story. Why is it you feel like a dope if you laugh alone, but that's usually how you end up crying? How is it you can keep mutating and still be the same deadly virus? pg 121
• You can only hold a real smile for so long, after that it's just teeth. pg 164
• "The one you love and the one who loves you are never, ever the same person." pg 178
• Give me violent revenge fantasies as a coping mechanism.

Flash. Just give me my first oppurtunity. Flash. pg 181

• And Ellis was right, you only ask people about themselves so you can tell them about yourself. pg 189
• Almost all the time, you tell yourself you're loving somebody when you're just using them.

This only looks like love. pg 195

• Driving east, I'm not sure what we're running from. Evie or the police or Mr. Baxter or the Rhea sisters. Or nobody. Or the future. Fate. Growing up, getting old. Picking up the pieces. As if by running we won't have to get on with our lives. I'm with Brandy right now because I can't imagine getting away with this without Brandy's help. Because, right now, I need her. pg 197
• I'm an invisible monsters, and I'm incapable of loving anybody. You don't know which is worse. pg 198
• It's scary, but now when I see somebody blush, my reaction isn't: oh, how cute. A blush only reminds me how blood is just under the surface of everything. pg 203
• If I can't be beautiful, I want to be invisible. pg 214
• You're about as one-of-a-kind as a dollar bill. pg 218
• She says, "Don't do what you want." She says, "Do what you don't want. Do what you're trained not to want."

It's the opposite of following your bliss. Brandy tells me, "Do the things that scare you the most." pg 221

• What I need to do is fuck up so bad I can't save myself. pg 224
• And this is what I kept telling myself was love. pg 235
• Rip yourself open. Tell me my life story before I die. Sew yourself shut. pg 240
• It wasn't horrible, but it wasn't love. pg 254
• A sphinx. A mystery. A blank. Unknown. Undefined. Unknowable. Indefinable. Those were all the words Brandy used to describe me in my veils. Not just a story that goes and then, and then, and then, and then until you die. pg 261
• When you don't share your problems, you resent hearing the problems of other people.
• All God does is watch us and kill us when we get boring. We must never, ever be boring. pg 264
• Love me, love me, love me, love me, love me, love me, love me, I'll be anybody you want me to be. Use me. Change me. I can be thin with big breasts and big hair. Take me apart. Make me into anything, but just love me. pg 266
• Give me anything in this whole fucking world that is exactly what it looks like!

Flash! pg 269

• It's so beautiful and powerful and byond feeling anything for anybody, that's what I love about fire. pg 273
• The truth is I panicked a little after that. I let everybody think the wrong things. The future is not a good place to start lying and cheating all over again. None of this is anybody's fault except mine. I ran because just getting my jaw rebuilt was too much temptation to revert, to play that game, the looking good game. Now my whole new future is still out there waiting for me.

The truth is, being ugly isn't the thrill you'd think, but it can be an opportunity for something better than I ever imagined. The truth is I'm sorry. pg 288