The Butterfly Garden (The Collector, #1)

by Dot Hutchison

One of the nice things about New York was that no one ever asked questions. It’s just one of those places people go to, you know? It’s a dream, it’s a goal, it’s a place you can disappear amidst millions of other people doing the same thing. No one cares where you came from or why you left because they’re too focused on themselves and what they want and where they’re going. New York has so much history, but everyone in it just wants to know about the future. Even when you’re from New York City, you can still go to ground somewhere else and they may never find you.

“Some people stay broken. Some pick up the pieces and put them back together with all the sharp edges showing.”

The trouble with sociopaths, really, is that you never know where they draw their boundaries.

Without justice, we have no order and no hope.”

“Our choices make us who we are,”

“Not making a choice is a choice. Neutrality is a concept, not a fact. No one actually gets to live their lives that way.”

Trying to understand why that man did anything the way he did was a worthless endeavor.

I was tired in a way that went deeper than my bones.

You don’t learn to be brave. You just have to do what’s right, even if it scares you.

It’s comforting to be with people who know exactly what you’ve gone through.