Know what I think? This guy? Never got laid once in his life. Because, you know, it sounds to me like he's got a real problem with the ladies. You know?
I once read a pursued animal will run on broken toes, fractured shins, bloody stumps of feet. There are worse things than rape, Nick. Things that go on for hours...
[about Elisa's letter] She wrote about this birthday party. Her friend turning 14 and how we're both there sneaking looks and talking about how the river smells, and in her head, she's waiting for the light to fade so I can hold her hand in the dark and no one would see. Don't tell me that note is the end. It's the beginning.