“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.”
“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.”
“It does, Tennyson, because there’s a fine line between confidence and arrogance. There’s a fine line between being assertive and being a bully. And you’re on the wrong side of both lines.”
“And why? Because they are suffocating within the lines that define their town and their times. And sometimes lines are made to be crossed.”
“There's a fine line between genius and insanity. I have erased this line.”
“The line between failure and success is so fine. . . that we are often on the line and do not know it.”