That's the crazy thing about lies. You start to fall for them, yourself.

You know, Michael, I used to sit around looking for a way to make sense of what happened, like there was some kind of answer I could find if I just looked hard enough. Then one day I realized that if there had been one, Dave would still be here. And I wondered if this...this feeling that I couldn't figure it all out...was what Dave had been feeling, too.

The wolves knew when it was time to stop looking for what they'd lost, to focus instead on what was yet to come.

On the surface, we're polar opposites. Under the skin, though, we're the same: people think they know what they're getting, and they're always wrong.

I realize how quickly lies compound. They cover like a coat of paint, one on top of the other, until you cannot remember what color you started with.

To me, a good event is governed by the audience.

You can't look back - you just have to put the past behind you, and find something better in your future.