"Alison was different. She’d walk into a room and the room would take note and if heads didn’t turn, they were bound to roll. She was heaven in hell. A chilling inferno. Deliciously wicked when standing with saints. Hopelessly innocent yet laughing with sin. The capability to touch you as softly as only a child could…"
Ezra being stomach-churningly creepy in his stupid “book”
"I mean, I know that someone was making your life a living hell, and I definitely had information during that time that would have answered a lot of things for you, but like, you get why I didn’t tell you right? I didn’t want to cross any journalistic lines. Lines of good taste, normal age difference, pretentious philosophy, spying on teen girls, those are all crossable. But journalistic ethics, that one I take seriously."