Dude, got eyes? I'm collecting evidence." [...] "In Ziploc bags." "I think they're Glad." "They look impartial to me.

Safety is a fence, and fences are for sheep. I would rather die at twenty-two, knowing the truth, then live in a cage of lies for a hundred years.

I love books, they're in my blood.

Yes, I have loved, Ms. Lane, and although it's none of your business, I have lost. Many things.

I'm sorry your pretty little world got all screwed up, but everybody's does, and you go on. It's how you go on that defines you.

Dishonesty increases disorder exponentially. It's hard enough to communicate when you're telling the truth.

Words are easy; lies as simple as parting your lips and breathing.