You don’t wrestle a pig. You take him to slaughter, and you make bacon.
You don’t pull a trigger after it goes off the first time unless you mean to.
I don’t believe in monsters unless they’re people.
Whatever kind of family you have, reality is relative. You know, normal is just the middle of the mess.
Whatever is not obvious is really not obvious, because I am not seeing anything remotely unapparent.
You know, my great-great-grandfather on my mother’s side was a big believer in rituals and sacrifices. I think that’s what got him burned at the stake.
You don’t kidnap loved ones.
Why does it have to take more than the keys? They’re just locks. If they lock, they should open. That’s what locks do.
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Well, somebody’s gonna have to start trusting somebody.
This job is hard enough. It’s even harder when you know what’s going on and you can’t do a damn thing about it.
Second chances inspire loyalty.
Hard to know what’s inside somebody.
