Riverdale [Season 1]

Whether you believe in order or chaos, in the end, it's the same. We are either in control of our lives, or merely think we are.

Here's the thing about snakes. You don't step on them, they got no reason to bite.

We are looking for ideals with them more calmly but life is much more complicated than these simple truths.

When someone is drowning, you can try to save them, but not if they're gonna drag you down with them.

Something is very... very wrong with me. Like there's this darkness in me that's overwhelming sometimes, and I don't know where it comes from. But I think that's what makes me do these crazy things.

Fear. It's the most basic, the most human emotion. As kids, we're afraid of everything. The dark... the boogeyman under the bed... And we pray for morning. For the monsters to go away. Though they never do. Not really.

Hope. A word so close to home, and as tricky. As much as we wanted Jason's killer caught, and the town, our home, to feel safe again. But with every day that passed, our hopes dimmed more and more. There's that old, cliched saying. "It's darkest before the dawn". But sometimes... there's just darkness.

– War is hell, Jug.
– No, Archie. Hell is other people.