Newborns reminded her of tiny Buddhas, faces full of divinity […] That holiness, somehow, disappeared, and… — Jodi Picoult

Did everyone in jail think they were innocent? All this time Peter had spent lying on the bench, convincing himself that he was nothing like anyone else in the Grafton County Jail—and as it turned out, that was a lie.

The enemy was always supposed to be an outsider, not the kid who was sitting right next to you.

When you begin a journey of revenge, start by digging two graves: one for your enemy, and one for yourself.