It’s a dangerous thing to mistake speaking without thought for speaking the truth.
I’m very bad at dumb things. My Achilles’ heel.
You have a regurgitative reaction to mistruthing.[to Marta]
Why is grief the providence of youth? I don’t know. But I’d imagine that age deepens all feelings. Including grief.
The complexity and the gray lie not in the truth, but what you do with the truth once you have it.
I suspect foul play. I have eliminated no suspects.
I expected complexity. I expected intelligence. I expected a puzzle, a game. But that’s not what any of this is. It hides not behind complexity, but behind mind-numbing obvious clarity. Truth is, it doesn’t hide at all.
You’ve taken seven people, each of whom has a real-life reason to wish you harm, gathered them together on a remote island and placed the idea of your murder in their heads. It’s like putting a loaded gun on the table and turning off the lights![to Miles]
You won, not by playing the game Harlan’s way, but yours. You’re a good person.[to Marta]
Strange case from the start. A case with a hole in the middle. A doughnut.
Physical evidence can tell a clear story with a forked tongue.
Oh my God, it’s full of stars! 2010, the year we made contact. [while looking into the icosahedron kaleidoscope]
