Maybe Rachel was right all along. Maybe the past is past, history is history, and you just push it aside and look for the future.

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

And my parents made me want i am. So what? We get stuff from our parents, but we also get stuff from the world around us. From people around us. And at the end of the day, we're us.

Not according to this," Jazz said, taking the report. "No evidence of sexual activity or anything like it." "Well, there's that," Howie said, sounding relieved. Jazz wondered at that - was it really so much better to be unmolested, but still murdered in a horrible fashion? To die in pain and terror, stripped, left in a field, your fingers cut off? But as long as you weren't raped, well, that was alright, then? Did it really matter at that point?

It just means that if someone hates you, they still have feelings for you. If they really didn't care about you, they'd just forget about you. They wouldn't even waste the time hating you.

Are you stalking me, Mr. Fulton?" The idea both amused and horrified Jazz.

See, forgiveness doesn't happen all at once. It's not an event - it's a process.