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 if a puppet could cut its own strings, and in that act of defiance and strength of will become truly alive? Become is own puppetmaster?

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

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.

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

Anger and hatred, when left unfed, bleed away like air from a punctured tire, over time and days and years. Forgiveness is stealth.

You don’t break up with someone just because of an argument, Josh. At least, I don’t.