“She needed friends, and a life, and this is how you acquired those things: by talking to strangers. Everyone was a stranger, all on equal footing in strangerhood.”

“She began to sacrifice that old identity to live in her new one. It was the new life, after all, that everyone wanted.”

“Each of those photos proves a different thing. All those things add up to the truth.”

“She knows that one of the most dangerous, self-destructive indulgences is to go around proving how smart you are. It’s the type of thing that gets people shot.”

“After all, she herself had done the very worst thing imaginable. And she was a good person. Wasn’t she?”

“She hoped that a day would come when she wouldn’t be suspicious of everyone who walked by.”

“Plus she had to admit that a small part of her secrecy was that she was holding something back, for herself. If she never told Dexter the truth, she was still reserving the right to return to her old life. To one day be a covert operative again. To be a person who could keep the largest secrets from everyone, including her husband, forever.”