“I can't say I know at this moment what all these laws are. But on some level everybody knows that we are all getting exactly what we deserve.”

“What can I say? I'm obsessed. And as we all know obsessed girls can't be held responsible for our actions.”

“We all operate on different levels of awareness. Half the time I don't know what I'm doing.”

“We all fall sometime, you're not the first. I know it hurts. In the end, you'll find what you deserve.”

“Everybody's amputated in some way or another, Shiloh. We lose loved ones, cut off memories forever, end relationships. Go down paths we can't return from. We can't always have it back. I know, it might seem far out there, but I think there's some truth in it,"Rick continued. "We all experience loss. And that's what amputation is all about: irretrievable loss. A part of you that's no longer there.”

“You think you know what is just and what is not. I understand. We all think we know." I had no doubt, myself, then, that at each moment each one of us, man, woman, child, perhaps even the poor old horse turning the mill-wheel, knew what was just: all creatures come into the world bringing with them the memory of justice. "But we live in a world of laws," I said to my poor prisoner, "a world of the second-best. There is nothing we can do about that. We are fallen creatures. All we can do is to uphold the laws, all of us, without allowing the memory of justice to fade.”