“Sometimes,” Sam says, “I can’t tell when you’re lying.” “I never lie,” I lie.”

“I don't lie," I lied.”

“You’re a liar, Cassel Sharpe. A lying liar who lies.”

“She looks honestly upset, but then, I’ve learned that I can’t read her. The problem with a really excellent liar is that you have to just assume they’re always lying.”

“The easiest lies to tell are the ones you want to be true.”

“Lie until even you believe it - that's the real secret of lying”

“God, I hate you,” she says. “So much. Why do boys think that it will be better to lie and tell a girl how much they loved her and how they only dumped her for her own good? That they only tried to rearrange her brain for her own good? Does it make you feel better, Cassel? Does it? Because from my perspective, it really sucks.”