There are some nights when you just want to know there's someone else besides you in this wide world.

It doesn't take a whole long life to realize that what we deserve to have, we rarely get.

The English judged a person so that they'd be justified in casting her out. The Amish judged a person so that they'd be justified in welcoming her back. Where I'm from, if someone is accused of sinning, it's not so that others can place blame. It's so that the person can make amends and move on.

I know how difficult it can be when the image you've had of something doesn't match its reality; when the friend beside you turns into a monster.

Isn't it amazing how, when you strip away everything, people are so much alike?

Everyone deserves a happy ending.

There was no black or white. Someone who had been good her entire life could, in fact, do something evil. People were just as capable of committing murder, under the right circumstances, as any monster.