I'm not sure there's such thing a thing as a normal life.
Love and lies can corrupt even the purest heart.
And maybe I am a monster. I don't know the answer to that. But what I do know is that even if there's demon blood inside me, there is human blood inside me as well. And I couldn't love you like I do if I weren't at least a little bit human. Because demons want. But they don't love.
You know men. We have delicate egos.
What would demons," she said, "want with our microwave?
... love given without free will or truthfulness wasn't love at all.