Too young to party, just odd enough to participate in federal investigations of serial murder. Story of my life.

Home isn't a place. It's not having a bed to come home to, or a yard, or a Christmas tree at the holidays. Home is the people who love you.

Home is the people who love you.

Sometimes, the most dangerous people were the ones you trusted most.

Home isn't a place. Home is the people who love you most, the people who will always love you, forever and ever, no matter what.

Dance it off.

Nothing hurts you unless you let it.

Pretending something doesn't matter doesn't make it matter less.

Your statistical track record for decision-making is somewhat concerning.