Have you thought of doing it? Being a cattle farmer? If that's what it's called? I think we should do that, but replace cattle with bunnies and then we don't milk or eat the bunnies. We just let them multiply. Then we'll take over the world. Me the queen. You the king. Our bunnies the army nobody can defeat.

I'm right and wrong, moral and immoral, good and bad, a hero and a villain, and I've been just as capable of truth as I have been lies.

Abby grips the passenger door. “I’m going to be sick.”“Throw up in my car, and that will be the last thing you ever do.

Who are you?”“Abby,” she says. “And you are?”“Ethan,” I answer. “He’s my twin.”Her eyes dart between us. “You don’t look anything alike.”“I’m a boy. She’s a girl. I sure as hell hope we don’t,” says Ethan.

My mind's a frightening place, the playland for fallen angels.

I'm like an American Girl doll on crack.