There’s a sort of evil out there. Something very, very strange in these old woods. Call it what you want. A darkness, a presence. It takes many forms, but it’s been out there for as long as anyone can remember and we’ve always been here to fight it.
Sometimes the urge to do bad is nearly overpowering.
She’s here visiting a friend of her mother whose daughter has gone missing. The mother owns a turnip farm. I told her to tell the mother that her daughter will turn up eventually.
Remember 430. Richard and Linda. Two birds with one stone.
Parents should not bury their children.
One woman can make you fly like an eagle, another can give you the strength of a lion, but only one in the cycle of life can fill your heart with wonder and the wisdom that you have known a singular joy.
One man’s crisis is another man’s opportunity.
One does not kill for art or money. They are commodities easily lost and just as easily gained.
Nothing’s a sure thing.
It’s the secrets people keep that destroy any chance they have of happiness.
Is it future or is it past?
In the heat of the investigative pursuit, the shortest distance between two points is not necessarily a straight line.