When I Hide Something, It Stays Hid,

Ezra Clapped His Hands. "all Right," He Said. "in Addition To The Books We're Reading As A Class, I Want To Do An Extra Side Project On Unreliable Narrators." Devon Arliss Raised Her Hand. "what Does That Mean?" Ezra Strode Around The Room. "well, The Narrator Tells Us The Story In The Book, Right? But What If... The Narrator Isn't Telling Us The Truth? Maybe He's Telling Us His Skewed Version Of The Story To Get You On His Side. Or To Scare You. Or Maybe He's Crazy!

Its More Fun To Think Of The Future Than Dwell On The Past.

It's Not Fun To Keep Secrets, But Sometimes You Have To Do It To Protect Yourself. And To Protect People Around You. - Meredith, P112

Aria: I Went To Hollis. Because I Was Looking For...you Know. Her. She Was Teaching An Art Class, So I Ran Inside, Grabbed A Paintbrush, And Painted A Scarlet A Across Her Chest. You Know, Like That Woman In The Scarlet Letter? It Was Awesome. She Didn't Know What Hit Her. And Then I Said, 'now Everyone Will Know What You've Done'. Ella: Do You Realize That Hester Prynne Is Supposed To Be A Sympathetic Character?

That Was The Thing About Guys, Though: Sometimes, They Had The Emotional Depth Of A Flea.