Quotes from Sara Shepard

Emma sounds like an old maid. Sutton's way better." - Nisha Emma pursed her lips, but I couldn't help it. I burst out laughing.

You're right. We Mercer girls are alike... We're bitches you don't want to mess with. - Laurel, to Ethan

Thank you," I whispered. ... "Remember me," I said, knowing they would. And then, as fast as a shooting star, I was gone.

You don't have to keep thanking me. I'm not Mother Teresa.

You want to throw your life away for some stupid conversation we had? Like we're the first people ever who talk about people we want dead.

I do believe, girls, that Mr. Emo Boy is next. - Laurel

One may smile, and smile, and be a villain.

And that, I thought, was how you make a dramatic exit.

La memoria es una cosa caprichosa. Y a veces, estamos condenados a repetir las cosas que hemos olvidado.

Sean was starting to remind her of the croque-monsieur she once ordered in Nice. At first glance, it looked like a plain, cookie-cutter grilled cheese, nothing special. But when she bit into it, the cheese was Brie and there were chopped-up portabello mushrooms hidden underneath. There was a lot more to it than it had appeared. Sean

No wonder Emma didn't see me. No wonder I wasn't in the mirror. I wasn't really there. I was dead. ... Emma stared at the girl's huge, blue eyes, slightly upturned nose, and round face. She looked exactly like her. That was because the girl in the video was me.

Just because she's vegan doesn't mean she wouldn't murder someone.

Unless these people saw her cracks. Unless they got too close and realized that she was ruined inside.

Everyone thinks I'm one thing, but I'm other things, too; I'm behind a curtain; I'm living a lie.

And suddenly, she realized: someday - not soon, but someday - things might be okay again.

Ms. Marin usually worked über-long hours at McManus & Tate, her Philadelphia advertising firm.

We are only falsehood, duplicity, and contradiction; we both conceal and disguise ourselves from ourselves." —BLAISE PASCAL

And just like that every horrible thought receded into the background. Maybe, just maybe, she wasn't damaged goods after all. Maybe she was okay - someone worth caring for. Someone worth loving, even.

So she shut her eyes and channeled her sister. A beautiful bitch. A manipulative queen bee. The girl who'd ruined her life.

her mother grounded her for it, actually, because what idiot besides a firefighter runs into a burning building?

But Fiona had known even before she'd gone to a therapist or taken medications that no medical plan would work. Her behaviors had arisen purely and completely from the guilt and shame in what she'd done to Lana. After all, they hadn't existed before Lana—not even when Lana's teasing was at its worst.

I told my parents she's a low-income student from inner-city Philadelphia who's going through some tough times at home right now, and I'm doing this as an outreach program through Rosewood Day. Amazingly, they bought it.

You're lucky she's like that. Most influencer parents are the ones steering the plane. Total Momagers.

I didn't want to talk, mostly because I didn't cry, mostly because I was numb. But didn't they realize I was trying to spare them from my pain?