Marks forget that whenever something's too good to be true, that's because it's a con.
Like a stage magician, the con artist misdirects suspicion. While everyone’s watching for him to pull a rabbit out of a hat, he’s actually sawing a girl in half. You think he’s doing one trick when he...
Life's full of opportunities to make crappy decisions that feel good. And after the first one, the rest get a whole lot easier.
It's starting to sink in, Corny said. I can almost look at you without wanting to bang my head against the wall.
Is he going to- will he live?No, said Gavriel. No chance of that. He wants to die, so he will. But not tonight and not because of me.Oh, Tana said. So he's okay?
I want you and I hate wanting things and I especially hate admitting I want them.
I stand in front of my window and imagine myself a fearless knight, imagine myself a witch who hid her heart in her finger and then chopped her finger off.
I expect her to say The Liar. She gives me a tricksy grin, full of secrets. What else? The Queen.
For a moment, he says, I wondered if it wasn’t you shooting bolts at me. I make a face at him. And what made you decide it wasn’t? He grins up at me. They missed.
Children can have a cruel, absolute sense of justice. Children can kill monsters and feel quite proud of themselves.
Ben was taking her through the storm of grief. He was singing her through the rage and despair. He was singing her through the terrible loneliness, because there was no way to shut off grief, no way t...
And yet, I don’t regret it now. Having stepped off the edge, what I want to do is fall.
Lt's an honor and a delight to meet you and a tragedy you're here
Your mother doesn’t make mistakes. I hear her blow out the smoke. Baby, I know what I’m doing.
You carried my heart in your hands tonight, he said. But I have felt as if you carried it long before that.
You are the only thing I have that is neither duty nor obligation, the only thing I chose for myself. The only thing I want.
With dawn of the new year on the horizon, I resolved to exert my will on the world.
We love until we do not. For us, love doesn't fade gradually. It snaps like a branch bent too far.
We are, largely, who we remember ourselves to be. That's why habits are so hard to break. If we know ourselves to be liars, we expect not to tell the truth. If we think of ourselves as honest, we try...
This is absurd. This is awful. This isn’t how people show loyalty. This is epic, epic bullshit.