“No, it’s more like once I lie. I’ll only be a part of the team if I lie. I can only keep Will if I lie. I can only keep my sanity if I lie"---Melanie”
“Not only did I lie about lying, but I lied about lying about lying. And you’d better believe that’s the truth.”
“Yes, and only if my own true love was waiting If I could hear his heart softly pounding Yes, and only if he was lying by me Would I lie in my bed once again.”
“I found her lying naked on the lawn at midnight, can I keep her?”
“Only once can I say “I’m dying” without telling a lie. The best day of my life may already be behind me.”
“M. That’s what I call her, this normal, nonexistent me. It’s not that I’ve never done those things, kissed or danced or just “hung out.” I have. But it was put-on, a character, a lie. I am so good at it—lying—but I can’t lie to myself. I can pretend to be M; I can wear her like a mask. But I can’t be her. I’ll never be her.”