You may be deceived if you trust too much, but you will live in torment if you don’t trust enough.

My memories were carefully chronicled in fragrant oils, mixed in cobalt bottles, labeled and shelved.

I have a hard time telling the difference between an old memory and a recent one.

It was all so goddamn good. And so goddamn breakable.

Evan’s like... he’s a raindrop and Nick is the sea.

Why do they have to hide their hidden lab so well?

Don’t let them get to you. They have no idea what it’s like to be you. They have no idea the things you went through. The things you’ve seen. They can pretend they know. They can dream up the worst-case scenario, but chances are, it doesn’t even come close. You are stronger than they are.

This is how the zombie apocalypse starts,” Cas said. “You don’t screw with death, yo!

Par for the course when it comes to the Branch. They’re always holding people prisoner, and people are always trying to break free.

That’s what hope was. Clinging to something you weren’t sure would ever be yours. But you had to hold on anyway, because without it, what was the point?