I want you and I hate wanting things and I especially hate admitting I want them.

You don't have to protect these people, Cassel." I am these people.

Nobody ever really sees me the way I am, underneath everything. But she did. She does.

It's not that I want you to be a certain way--don't you want a boyfriend?" "Why bother with that? Let's find incubi." "Incubi?" "Demons. Plural. Like octopi. And we're much more likely to find them"--her voice dropped conspiratorially--"while swimming naked in the Atlantic a week before Halloween than practically anywhere else I can think of.

She knew what it felt like to tremble like that before touching someone -- desire so acute that it became despair.

It's the flaw that brings out the beauty.

She knew she shouldn't feel that way about a monster, but right then, she wanted nothing more than a monster of her very own.