Yes, pain meant life. But the symmetric property did not apply; Life did not mean pain.

I’m a complicated man, with complicated taste buds.

Medicine cabinets are dangerous. Those doors, man. They'll just spring on you like a ninja.

You don't swing at any pitch. You swing at the ones you can hit.

Jazz hadn't given her many details of exactly what life in the Dent house had been like, but he'd told her enough that she knew it wasn't hearts and flowers. Well, except for the occasional heart cut from a chest. And the kind of flowers you send to funerals.

What was the opposite of linkage blindness? What described being certain of something without any kind of evidence?...The term was faith.

The best revenge is living well, my dad told me once.