I didn't want to talk about what happened, so it seemed safest not to talk at all.

You could just tell when a person belonged somewhere. That is something you can't fake, no matter how hard you try

It wasn't like I was some expert on the meaning of being supportive. Was it being loyal even against your better judgement? Or, like Olivia, was it making your displeasure known from the start, even when someone didn't want to hear it?

I hated high school. I was not the greatest student, participated in no activities, and spent most of my time hanging out in my parking lot.

I was worn out, broken: He had taken almost everything. But he'd been all I'd had, all this time. And when the police led him away, I pulled out of the hands of all these loved one, sobbing, screaming, everything hurting, to try and make him stay.

Remy: Did you really believe, that first day, that we were meant to be together? Dexter: You're here, aren't you?

That was the nice thing about the Spot: you could hear everything, but no one could see you.