We can choose our family, but not our blood.

You can’t let Potter turn you into a monster. It’s not who you are.

The truth can’t be taken back.

Inside, when there’s nothing else to see, it’s easy to create an idea, an image, of what you think you want. But the closer I get to those things, the more strange they look.

They don’t set cop killers free. Not until they forget what it is to be out. Then it’s too late.