Whether you believe in order or chaos, in the end, it’s the same. We are either in control of our lives, or merely think we are.
That’s the common misconception about fairy tales. They very rarely have a happy ending.
There’s more than one kind of home invasion. It’s not always fast and violent. Sometimes we open the door and we let the intruder in ourselves.
There is no such thing as control. There is only chaos.
I’m not normal, I’m not wired to be normal.
Life’s not an Agatha Christie novel. It’s a lot messier.
The weirdest thing about pretending to be dead is that after a while, you actually start feeling like you’re dead.
The problem with believing you have all the answers, is that is blinds you to the truth that’s right before your eyes.
That’s the thing about murder. You’ve gotta have the stomach for it. Especially if all signs point to you having committed it.
At its heart, Riverdale was and is, a wicked little town.
A lot can happen in seven years. But in Riverdale, the more things change, the more they stay exactly the same.
