I survive at the edge of friends circles.

I got bored," he says. "Besides, you know what's creepier than walking around your dead brothers' apartment? Sitting alone in a hearse in front of his apartment.

I know how to be the witness to her grief. I don't know how to be this kind of villain.

This, the language of deception, we both understand. We were born to it, along with the curses.

Clever as the Devil and twice as pretty.

I need you to be happy. I need one of us to be happy.