“Why did you date all of those girls?” “Sometimes, you’re just looking for something that’s right.” Oh, it was a line. It was so a line. But it was a good line.”

“Tell me the truth. When you were a kid, did you always color inside the lines?”"Coloring in the lines is the whole point. That’s why they have lines,” I said.“That’s where you’re wrong. The lines are there just to hold you in. Like a prison. Think what you might have created if there hadn’t been any lines.”

“A girl's life was defined by lines: fine lines, hairlines, bikini lines, class lines, the tightrope line between being a good girl and a slut. But there was always a moment when the lines blurred and a good girl had to decide whether to toe the line, cross the line, or stay safe behind the line that guarded her virtue.”

“And why? Because they are suffocating within the lines that define their town and their times. And sometimes lines are made to be crossed.”

“May I ask a question, Lucy?""Go right ahead!""Just why do you want to draw this line all the way around the world?""Well, you know the old saying, Charlie Brown... You have to draw the line someplace!”

“Reth looked exasperated. “When is something ever not wrong in your life?”I frowned. “That’s my line.”