It had been years since Eliza had gone without a costume, without a mask, and when the time finally came to shed her armor, Eliza didn’t know who she’d find underneath.

Some wicked paths are worth walking if the destination sets you free. Your father’s hurt you in ways I can’t fathom. Don’t ever question whether you deserve to live without that fear.

It isn’t how you feel that makes you a leader; it’s what you do.

We are made or unmade by our choices.

But that was the thing about loss: Death could rip love from life, but those memories stayed behind, burning a hole through the heart.

Sometimes it isn’t the sides that count; it’s where they intersect.

But perhaps all pretty things have thorns. The best things, at least, most certainly do.

Some secrets are like a blade, their vengeance swift and concentrated. Others are like a pestilence, spreading without prejudice, and I fear not everyone it touches will deserve the affliction.

Power is not the same as strength... Some days strength is control, and some days strength is release. Perhaps today, strength is understanding that being like your father isn’t inherently bad, and that two men may be alike and still make different choices.

It matters because this is who you are – but it is not ALL you are. It does not make you weak, nor does it make you strong. You make yourself one or the other through the choices you make.