When somebody takes your picture, you smile. It doesn’t matter if you’re happy or not. You just do it to fit in.[to Dexter]
There are no secrets in life, just hidden truths that lie beneath the surface.
The worst thing about finally putting together a puzzle is finding there are missing pieces.
The trifecta: weapon, ammo, and impaired judgement. Throw in a little domestic violence, and you have the perfect recipe for a family slaughter.
She has no clue who she’s with. Maybe that’s the key to a successful relationship.
Rita will be devastated if I’m arrested. Her husband was a crackhead, and her boyfriend’s a serial killer. It’s kind of hard not to take that personally.
Pretend. You pretend the feelings are there for the world, for the people around you. Who knows? Maybe one day they will be.
Nothing lasts forever. Just ask a Ford Pinto.
My sister puts up a front so the world won’t see how vulnerable she is. Me? I put up a front so the world won’t see how vulnerable I’m not.
Keeping the truth from the people closest to you is how you’ll survive, and how you’ll protect them if anything ever goes wrong.[to Dexter]
It is truly amazing the things you can do when you put your mind to it.
In slaughterhouses, they stun the animals before butchering them. It’s the humane thing to do. Those animals, they’re the lucky ones.
