...She's not buying [the lie], but there's nothing else on the shelves.

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.

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.

You won't even know you've crossed the line until it's way back in your rearview mirror.

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?

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

Sometimes hope could be the most frightening thing in the world.