These Shallow Graves

That was what people did when they wanted to stop a girl from doing something—they shamed her.

You, on the other hand, wish to know things. And no one can forgive a girl for that.

Why is it, she wondered now, that boys get to do things and be things and girls only get to watch?

We who have means and a voice must use them to help those who have neither. Yet how can we help them if we don't even know about them? And how can we know about them if no one writes about them? Is it so wrong to want to know things?

Sir, no amount of money, no matter how vast, could induce me to stroll, perambulate, promenade, or engage in any form of locomotion with you whatsoever. Good evening.

As a child, she’d thought all the noise and commotion was the most wild, wonderful game, but as she’d grown older, she understood why everyone rushed around so: they were chasing a story.

Headstrong is just a word, Katie - a word others call you when you don't do what they want.

No. I meant stay with me today. And tomorrow. And every day after.

I’d wish you good luck, but you won’t need it. You get to write your own story now. Nothing’s luckier than that.

Fac quod faciendum est,' " Jo read aloud. "Do what must be done.

And besides, I couldn't stay at the party. It was too dangerous. I nearly died." "From what?" "Boredom.

The thing is, you can't ever really know how rotten someone will turn out to be.

We who have means and a voice must use them to help those who have neither.

Sometimes you have to do wrong to do right.

He was a flame and she’d gotten burned, and the pain was terrible, yet it didn’t make the fire any less alluring.

Murder is not a suitable topic of conversation for a young lady.

Her fear was strong, but her need for the truth was stronger.

But you are a different sort of girl. Not at all what I expected you to be. And this is a different sort of time. And so I am hopeful for all the things you may yet find.

If you're going to bury the past, bury it deep, girl. Shallow Graves always give up their dead.

To have a purpose in life--what does that feel like?

Headstrong is just a word--a word others call you when you don't do what they want.

If only she could be bold enough, and brave enough, to claim the things she wanted: love, a purpose, a life. But could she be?

The truth can be a hard thing, Jo. It's often best left hidden.

Don't let the darkness that's been visited upon this family pull you in so deeply, you cannot get out. Turn back from it, darling Jo... he'd warned her. He didn't seem to understand that turning your back on the darkness didn't mean the darkness would turn its back on you.