Don’t hate me anymore, Nick. For our son’s sake, we can’t be like we were.
Bad memories are like, you know, little bunnies. They get scared, they run back down the hall, they hide. They can be a b**ch to get out again.
You don’t need to be a witch to want power.
We’re not gonna kill anyone, are we? ‘Cause I’d like to know that upfront.
We also have a tradition. You have the right to remain silent.
Trust isn’t a natural thing for us, but I think we need to work on that.
This world doesn’t seem fair sometimes. It can be pretty painful.
The evidence doesn’t tell the whole truth.
Sometimes the only way to protect the ones you love is to let them go.
Not having spent time in a mental institution, the M.E. does not have the insight that I now have.
No wonder history seems to repeat itself. Nobody really knows the history.
No matter how badly we want something to work, too many things we can’t control are in the way.
