The law's the law, but people are people.
Scars are just another kind of memory.
Sometimes life turns out hard, Isabel. Sometimes it just bites right through you. And sometimes, just when you think it's done its worst, it comes back and takes another chunk.
It is a luxury to do something that serves no practical purpose: the luxury of civilization.
That's how life goes on - protected by the silence that anesthetizes shame.
You don’t think ahead in years or months: you think about this hour, and maybe the next. Anything else is speculation.