Friend, I’ve learned, takes on a different meaning, depending on who you ask.
You know the thing I love about bad guys? Is that despite ourselves we are all so tragically predictable.
When your life unfolds into a nightmare, you pray your dreams will take you elsewhere.
Red wig? And I’m the crazy one.[to Batwoman]
I didn’t know who to bring to the dance, so I brought C-4.
Clearly, you are an only child. Otherwise, you would know that our dear siblings are the ones most predisposed to betray us.
I only trust in the fact that people can’t be trusted.
How is one supposed to start anew when all that is old still haunts her?