We do terrible things for the people we love. Stop asking why. Start asking who.
Sometimes family is more than just the people under your roof. They’re people who jump in, head first, who aren’t afraid to make fools of themselves to help you, who don’t hide their faces in shame if you fall down.
I love her, and if you let her die without me, it is personal.
Well, I’ve never known a blood relation, but being your twin certainly sucks.
Divorces do really strange things to normals, Sarah. They lose their fake happiness, they forget the way to the mall, and then they come downtown to find themselves.
You won’t answer my questions, don’t ask your own.
You cannot hide in minimalist furniture!
Well, now, when you’re a poor little orphan foster wretch, anything’s possible. Or so we tell ourselves.
We are hoping that there are still good people in the most corrupt places.
The most important family value is accepting your family for who they are.
Out of nine so far, one’s a psycho who killed four others, one committed suicide, one is a bloody soccer mum, and then there’s you. My crazy sister is sane by comparison.
One of the great things about this country, hunting’s not just for the rich.
