The dead never really stay dead. Not for the people who loved them.[to Mark]
The baby was viable. Francis and I, as parents, were not.[about her abortion]
Sometimes it takes a long time to understand who’s the real source of our harm.
Out. What a quaint concept. When the only way out was never to get in in the first place.
Once you identify the degree to which you are boxed in, you’ll see how liberating it is.
Once the chaos tips into forever, you’ve got nothing.
Oh, no, no, no, sweetheart. I will not reap what your father has sown.[to her unborn child]
It’s a curse to know what people fear.
I want every door to be wide open, and stay that way.
Everyone has problems. Especially the ones who think they don’t.[to Seth]
A stranger’s pocket is a window into his soul.
A man like Francis doesn’t just die. That would be… what’s the word? Convenient.
